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[imthepilot]

Bodhi's room is simple and narrow. Nothing more than a bed, a locker, a fresher and a writing desk.

There's nothing personal here. He has nothing. Owns nothing.

Is nothing.

Comments

[cook_the_rude]

"While the parents are busy with The Way in order to feel more in control despite their misery?" the doctor says.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi nods, curling up tighter. "I don't know what slums are like on other worlds but..." He shrugs helplessly.

[cook_the_rude]

"Much the same," Hannibal says. "Talk to Gavroche Thénardier, if you can find him."

[imthepilot]

He nods gratefully, setting the bowl down. He hasn't eaten more than a third of it. "Thank you, for your advice."

[cook_the_rude]

"I'll leave you the food, in case you get hungry again later," the doctor with Galen's voice says. "You can re-heat the curry by putting the bowl into a larger bowl of hot water. That should be universal, unlike the microwaves and induction plates I could suggest."

[imthepilot]

"Thank you. And I'm sorry. I don't mean to seem ungrateful. Sharing food is... important where I'm from. But my stomach is still... not right." Might never be right again. Like a lot of things.

[cook_the_rude]

"You had a shock," the doctor says, pouring him tea at last.

"Drink that, and then you will be able to sleep. The cat is with you, and you'll be safe, and might well wake up hungry again."

[imthepilot]

He nods and accepts the tea. "Thank you. I don't... I haven't slept much."

[cook_the_rude]

"You will now, Bodhi."

The doctor lightly touches Bodhi's shoulder, nods to him, and then quietly leaves.-

[imthepilot]

Bodhi sips the tea, nodding his thanks as the Doctor who isn't Galen lets himself out. Myrrh mews at him, headbutting him lightly at he lays down, curling up against Bodhi's chest.

Bodhi lays there a long time, waiting for the tea to do it's work. But even as his eyes finally close, they still rest on the small knife on the trolley.