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damned_institute2012-05-27 06:55 pm
madeinthehrl) wrote in damned_institute2012-05-27 06:55 pm
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Night 63: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
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Soma didn't slow down until she'd rounded the corner and she was absolutely certain Lingormr and Castiel were on their own way. Then she finally exhaled, leaned against the wall, and took a few moments to breathe.
This was ridiculous. She couldn't remember being sick a day in her life. The nanomachines in her system were probably responsible, assuming the scientists who'd designed her hadn't thought to account for it. Who knew it was such an inconvenience?
She took a shaky breath before straightening and continuing down the hall. At least her room wasn't too far away.
Soma didn't slow down until she'd rounded the corner and she was absolutely certain Lingormr and Castiel were on their own way. Then she finally exhaled, leaned against the wall, and took a few moments to breathe.
This was ridiculous. She couldn't remember being sick a day in her life. The nanomachines in her system were probably responsible, assuming the scientists who'd designed her hadn't thought to account for it. Who knew it was such an inconvenience?
She took a shaky breath before straightening and continuing down the hall. At least her room wasn't too far away.
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The hall was still empty when Soma headed back out. She couldn't help but hope more patients had made it out safely, but she also knew she was in no physical condition to help any of them out. It was frustrating, but she couldn't do much aside from accept that fact.
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