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Day 54: Staff-Only Outdoor Patio/Eating Area
His patient hadn't shown up.
Whether that was because the poor guy had been gassed or because he'd just decided that he didn't want to deal with it and had ended up sedated as a result was unclear. The nurses were too busy with their own tasks to explain, and so Wilson had been left to stew in his office for the entire shift. He'd considered writing a letter to Landel, but at this point it was starting to seem like the Head Doctor wasn't really the head of things after all.
Wilson would have thought it would be required that any entering doctor was told about the government and military being involved in this operation, but apparently not! And he was just getting fed up with this entire place.
By the time lunch rolled around, Wilson was eager to get out of his office. He needed to talk to someone about this, and even if it was only his fellow doctors who he'd more or less kept a professional distance from before now, that was about to change.
He needed to know if he was the only one who thought this was totally ridiculous.
Unfortunately, when he took the trip upstairs and out onto the patio, he found it empty except for a nurse who was setting things up. Sighing, he moved over to her and asked if any of the doctors would be coming by -- but naturally, she didn't know.
Wilson dragged a hand down his face and then sat at one of the tables. It was cold out, but so long as it wasn't raining, he could handle some chilly weather. It occurred to him that he should probably get some food, but he was too wound up at the moment to bother.
Whether that was because the poor guy had been gassed or because he'd just decided that he didn't want to deal with it and had ended up sedated as a result was unclear. The nurses were too busy with their own tasks to explain, and so Wilson had been left to stew in his office for the entire shift. He'd considered writing a letter to Landel, but at this point it was starting to seem like the Head Doctor wasn't really the head of things after all.
Wilson would have thought it would be required that any entering doctor was told about the government and military being involved in this operation, but apparently not! And he was just getting fed up with this entire place.
By the time lunch rolled around, Wilson was eager to get out of his office. He needed to talk to someone about this, and even if it was only his fellow doctors who he'd more or less kept a professional distance from before now, that was about to change.
He needed to know if he was the only one who thought this was totally ridiculous.
Unfortunately, when he took the trip upstairs and out onto the patio, he found it empty except for a nurse who was setting things up. Sighing, he moved over to her and asked if any of the doctors would be coming by -- but naturally, she didn't know.
Wilson dragged a hand down his face and then sat at one of the tables. It was cold out, but so long as it wasn't raining, he could handle some chilly weather. It occurred to him that he should probably get some food, but he was too wound up at the moment to bother.