No, really. I'm just glad that that kid is practically my GPS for the hospital's halls.
Hey.
Hey, wazzup?
Not much, though I see that you've found a way for us to continue chatting without junking up your logs.
Yeah.
Y'know, I'm able to walk and stuff today, so maybe we should meet?
I don't see why not.
Well, I guess with our two minds put together, we could be the Dynamic Duo of... Something.
Currently, since I've been practicing, I'm now able to float the tablet through the air vents in the ceiling and still type as I walk, so I know that my skills are getting waaaay sharper.
I continued through the stretch of hallways, ignoring the fact that I was still "Smurf-Horse" to most of the others here. My stomach grumbled as I trotted, making me take a quick detour down to the so-called "restaurant" within the facility. The bad thing about it is that the food tastes even worse than cafeteria food. It's practically just nutritious mush. No flavor, no anything.
Enough with that though. I quickly grabbed an apple, and continued on my way to whoever it was that's been sending messages to me daily. A few heads turned at my new brightly-colored neon pink hair, but other than the fact that it just makes me even more noticeable, I didn't really care.
Judging by your current location according to the security cameras, you should arrive at my room at the next corner.
Oh. So apparently this kid also sees what I'm doing... We'd make a great team!