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damned_institute2012-03-21 08:27 pm
complicatedliar) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-21 08:27 pm
Night 62: Medical Wing Hall
[From here]
Loki strode into the hallway, heading for toward the operating rooms. He wasn't certain what rooms the drugs Rita had spoken of might be stored in, but he was fairly certain it wasn't those. He pointed toward the two rooms. "Through here and through the operating theaters, there are supply rooms. Such items as suturing kits and other more surgical implements are there for the taking. I think those might be quite useful for what you want."
As for his own search, he would need to be methodical, and even then there were no guarantees.
Loki strode into the hallway, heading for toward the operating rooms. He wasn't certain what rooms the drugs Rita had spoken of might be stored in, but he was fairly certain it wasn't those. He pointed toward the two rooms. "Through here and through the operating theaters, there are supply rooms. Such items as suturing kits and other more surgical implements are there for the taking. I think those might be quite useful for what you want."
As for his own search, he would need to be methodical, and even then there were no guarantees.
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But it certainly sounded as though that's what they were looking for. Sutures and whatnot, and most likely strong pain medication. She wished she understood this world better, it would make things that much easier. She was used to knowing things!
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Mentally shaking his head, the Ishbalan strode quickly into the medical wing, taking a brief look around. Not a thing was out of place, save for the withered flowers and... taunting message on the white board. He doubted that was there during the day.
Numbered doors lined the walls- examination rooms of some sort? The other two were right- the more powerful medications and tools would be in the operating areas. He made his way deeper into the wing until he found a door quite clearly labeled 'O.R. Observation.'
"Right here," he called to Lust, ignoring Lingormr. Trying the handle unsuccessfully, Scar threw his weight against the door like he had last night. It was enough to snap the lock and grant him entrance to the observation room. Maybe they could find something.
[To here!]
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Loki emerged from the OR rooms and paused to consult his map. He had seen the library and could already guess what was in the patient records room - though it would certainly be worth a look at some point - but he was more interested in what he and Rita had previously discussed.
Signs indicated that there was an infirmary farther back off the main hall, and he'd also seen doctors' offices before. Of those options, he liked the offices best. They'd be fairly simple to check, and he'd be able to tell quickly if there was any likelihood they'd contain something pertinent.
He headed in that direction.
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More than once, he turned his head to look at Ms. Skye. Maybe because he was scared he wouldn't notice right away if she vanished or something, in the state he was in.
"We'll get there by following this hallway till the end. Then we turn right, into another hallway. ...Oh, from there, the storage room will be the last room, on the left."
His steps faltered when the speakers turned on again, and he sighed a little in frustration. Zeroes and ones were still ringing in his ears from before. Thankfully, the broadcast didn't last anywhere near as long the second time.
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She barely heard the sing-song voice, though, because as soon as it started, blood bloomed across his chest, just like it had when Chief Gant had been stabbed. But there was nothing in the hallway except the two of them. She looked down at her hands.
Blood covered them, too, but none of it was her own. It was drying quickly, almost tacky now. It had splashed up her arms, just like it had that night, as she'd tried to stop the bleeding.
That was what she saw. What anyone else would see was Lana Skye, standing stock-still in the hallway, flashlight tucked idly under her chin, looking down at hands that were clean at the beginning of the broadcast. By the end of it, however, a small circle of red had appeared on her left hand, perfectly framed by the beam of the flashlight.
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He walked ahead of her by a few steps. He thought she may have paused to look into a room, but when the sound of her footsteps didn't start up again, he shuffled to a halt and looked back to check she was still there. She had her flashlight tucked under her chin and was staring down at her hands for some reason.
The detective sucked in a nervous breath and made himself stand up straight as he went back to her. Something was wrong. He didn't have to look at her for very long to know that. "What is it, Ms. Skye?" he asked hesitantly. He stopped in front of her and tilted his head to the side a bit, then peeked down at her hands. Her flashlight was pointed at a red mark on her left hand. "Hmm?" His eyes flicked up to her face again. She was looking pale alright. "Is that a rash?" Did she have allergies?
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It hadn't occurred to her to wonder how Detective Gumshoe was still walking around, or why she was letting him. It was his blood, she knew it was, and nothing she'd done could stop it. It was all her fault.
No. She was not playing anyone's Lady Macbeth in a disused hospital, no matter who died, no matter that the blood was on her hands and wasn't coming off, so she tucked candlestick and flashlight between her thighs, wiped her hands firmly down her jacket once, and took them up again.
"It's nothing. The sooner we get moving, the better." She took a few, short steps down the hall. The radio in her pocket hissed a bit. "I'm afraid your optimism was premature," she added, her voice clear over the static. She tapped her pocket, and it cleared up a little, a few words coming through.