Sep 27, 2010 15:32
Scar possibly couldn't have been more thrilled at the prospect of being escorted to the library. He had visited this particular room plenty of times to know that it was entirely useless and uninteresting - like most daytime activities, for that matter. Still, the nurse seemed rather convinced he'd like one of those silly books filled with papers
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leela,
sechs,
s.t.,
naruto,
jo,
asuka,
scott pilgrim,
anise,
austria,
the doctor,
sora,
riddler,
naraku,
indiana jones,
asch,
rei,
woody,
zex,
claude,
claire bennet,
peter parker,
snow,
gant,
lana skye,
mello,
xemnas,
roxas,
natalia,
tim drake,
hanekoma,
shizuo,
guy,
tsukasa,
agatha,
gaara,
peter petrelli,
mitsuru,
nigredo,
ilia,
rita,
two-face,
castiel,
erika,
edgar,
tifa,
matt,
maya,
trickster,
riku,
aidou,
ishida,
ema skye,
wolverine,
spock,
zack,
l,
scar (tlk),
justin hammer,
rubedo,
haseo
He had wanted to stay in the sun room after breakfast to continue looking for her, but his nurse had other ideas. She'd coaxed the Doctor into the library instead.
"You seem tense today, John," she was saying, but the Doctor wasn't paying much attention to her, instead looking around to see if maybe Donna was in here. "Why don't you read for a while and try to relax? You were reading this the last time you were in here, weren't you?"
She pressed a book into his hands then-the copy of Wells' The War of the Worlds he'd picked up last time he'd been in here, with Donna-and hung around until he'd taken a seat in a chair. As soon as he had, she hurried off, leaving him alone with the book ( ... )
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At first, L was aware of pain. It had no specific origin-instead, he perceived it as a dull presence, filling his body and making the idea of moving unappealing. Then, there were distant sounds: noises in the hall, a low-level bustle of activity. He was set apart from them, both by his location and his condition, but they broke into his sleep in bits and pieces, demanding his attention. Finally, he was chilled.
He woke up while the other patients were at breakfast. Resting on his side for what felt like a long time, he kept his dull gaze focused on a patch of the wall that had no precise boundaries. This is... soothing? Yes.He knew where he was, and he knew that he wasn't in good shape. It wasn't urgent that he try to spring into action; doing so, even if he were capable, might be detrimental to his recovery. They had performed a medical procedure on him without his consent, and for all the talk of technology and necessity, putting him back together was more difficult than taking him apart ( ... )
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He was reminded briefly, sharply, of finding Donna, and the Doctor gave another quick glance around the library to see if she'd come in. But she wasn't there, and now the bandaged stranger was talking to him. He turned his attention to the man and then glanced down at the book in his hands.
"Oh. It's... good, decent. I've read it before." Knew the author, too, but he held his tongue on that. The Doctor nodded his head towards the book that the other man had left on the table. "I'd ask how you like yours, but I take it you're not interested."
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L raised his eyebrows, which caused his eyes to widen, then glanced at the book. "No, not particularly. I seldom have time for fiction. I doubt, however, that the nurses would allow me to sit here for an hour without-- ahhh." Although his feet were on the floor, and he hadn't even attempted to perch on the seat of the chair, the ache in his lower back still distracted him. A definite twinge caused him to stiffen, straighten his spine, press his lips together, and tense and turn down the corners of his mouth ( ... )
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Of course, the other man may simply have meant that he preferred non-fiction over fiction, but... Well, even 'non-fiction' had its own elements of fiction, when they'd gotten it all wrong ( ... )
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He gave the man a friendly smile. "All I mean is that taking an hour or two out of the week to do a little reading wouldn't hurt. Might even help."
The Doctor couldn't argue with the man's other point, however; the staff certainly had done quite enough already. Maybe what went on after hours wasn't the nurses' fault-he liked to think it wasn't, in hopes that they were victims of deception rather than willing collaborators who knew well what those who should have been in their care were going through-but having a sense of bitterness towards them... The Doctor couldn't be sure of the man's circumstances, but from his rather obvious condition, he could understand that sense of ( ... )
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"I'm the Doctor," he said, supplying the name the other had been fishing for. "Just 'the Doctor'. And my friend is-the one who was taken for the... procedure-'Donna' is her name ( ... )
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