Anywhere But Here (Mitsuko) Nov 14, 2017 1:20:32 GMT
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Nov 14, 2017 1:20:32 GMT
"Ugh. Seriously?" Isaac let out a frustrated huff as his holosuit denatured into ominous looking red pixels, leaving only an Impmon behind. "These things can make you look like a house, but I can't even look like myself? Are you kidding me?"
"Isaac, please, calm down!" Elliot said, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder to try and ease him. "I know we thought this'd work, but it's just a setback, right? I'll think of something to tell everyone. I promise. And you'll be back to yourself before anyone even gets a funny vibe."
Isaac sighed, sitting down against the wall of the Terminus Mall's gizmo and gadget shop. "That's gonna be too late," he said, voice morose. "I know we've sneaked a lot past Mom lately, but you think she seriously won't notice her own kid coming back home? And what about work? How long can you just keep calling out on my behalf before I get fired? And our friends . . . and Mai . . ."
"We could buy a No-Clone-"
"Oh, sure, let's have Maia date the robot!" Isaac threw up his hands in exasperation, before sighing and pressing them against his temple. "Ugh. Sorry, bro. It's just getting to me, you know? Knowing that I might not end up getting to be me ever again. And some not-me just walking around town's gonna raise more questions than it answers. I know you just wanted to help, but . . .
We should just forget it."
Those last parting words just kept bouncing around in Elliot's head as he checked into the Shibuya Medical Ward. His head was heavy. His heart was pounding harshly in his chest. His arm, fresh from knocking D-Evidramon's head off in the headspace, felt like it wasn't even a part of his body. He had no idea what to do, where he should go next, or who he could even talk to about this. Moreso than anything, he was just lost. Isaac had always been the one with direction from day to day, with Elliot following in his footsteps. What was he supposed to do now?
Apparently, his answer to that was to confirm there wasn't anything wrong with him. His arm feeling like little more than static and fuzz, and being incapable of any real movement, was a really, really bad sign. If there was some way the hospital could just pop it back into place, that'd be ideal. If not, at least a chance to get away from everything would honestly be perfect. Thinking hurt. Feeling hurt. Elliot just wanted a nice, overly firm bed and some featureless white walls to focus all of his energy on. No visitors, either. The best case scenario for Elliot right now would be a total escape from it all.
Of course, there was one flaw with Elliot's plan. Who was blue, and white, and all over the hospital?