Well, that had certainly been an interesting way to end the night. That girl had burst into the room, covered in undead secretions and with a bottle of vodka in hand. It was the sort of thing that you couldn't really argue with, and it had made the night a little more worthwhile. Harvey still couldn't decide whether or not going to that "party" had been a good idea, though the fact that he was ambivalent about it probably meant that it hadn't been a total loss.
He'd be seeing more of Jones, Sangamon, and Scott in the coming night, and under much more stressful circumstances. And until then? Well, they had a day to worry about it. Harvey didn't see much point in dwelling on things like that, but it was hard to push it to the back of his mind when the moment of truth was so near.
But with the morning came the voice of Martin Landel himself, something that made Harvey scowl even while half-asleep. It took him a second to realize that it wasn't right and another two to realize that it wasn't the real deal. He really hoped that Aguilar and his men didn't think that that would honestly trick anyone, although it might actually serve its purpose with some of the newer patients.
Not that that was Harvey's problem. Instead he forced himself out of bed, taking stock of his wounds. He wasn't as sore as he'd been the day before, but his burns and cut still needed to be bandaged. Depending on how the coming night went, he might wake up tomorrow seriously resembling a mummy.
Once again, Harvey rejected the offer from the fake nurse (the cover-up was obvious now) to go to the chapel. The Sun Room might not be as interesting visually, but he didn't need to be surrounded by all of those religious feelings. No, this room would do him just fine. It was going to be much quieter, too, with more than half of the patients upstairs.
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He'd be seeing more of Jones, Sangamon, and Scott in the coming night, and under much more stressful circumstances. And until then? Well, they had a day to worry about it. Harvey didn't see much point in dwelling on things like that, but it was hard to push it to the back of his mind when the moment of truth was so near.
But with the morning came the voice of Martin Landel himself, something that made Harvey scowl even while half-asleep. It took him a second to realize that it wasn't right and another two to realize that it wasn't the real deal. He really hoped that Aguilar and his men didn't think that that would honestly trick anyone, although it might actually serve its purpose with some of the newer patients.
Not that that was Harvey's problem. Instead he forced himself out of bed, taking stock of his wounds. He wasn't as sore as he'd been the day before, but his burns and cut still needed to be bandaged. Depending on how the coming night went, he might wake up tomorrow seriously resembling a mummy.
Once again, Harvey rejected the offer from the fake nurse (the cover-up was obvious now) to go to the chapel. The Sun Room might not be as interesting visually, but he didn't need to be surrounded by all of those religious feelings. No, this room would do him just fine. It was going to be much quieter, too, with more than half of the patients upstairs.
[For Lana.]