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damned_institute2012-10-03 10:16 am
nobleman) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-03 10:16 am
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Night 66: M61-M70 Hallway
After his conversation with Lloyd, Guy had spent the last shift of the day keeping an eye on the bulletin board to see if any more information came out about a cure. It sounded like surgery had definitely worked, even if it hadn't been the cleanest way to fix things -- but other than that, he didn't learn much. He had two healers on hand if Claude and Anise decided to go the surgery route, which was more than he'd had yesterday.
Dinner had only offered him more time in which to worry, because no amount of information would matter if one of his friends turned tonight. Each day that went by without them taking action pulled them closer to the possibility of one of them changing, and Guy didn't like that.
Still, he couldn't force Claude or Anise into anything. They would have to decide for themselves when they wanted to do something more drastic. Guy just felt that it was better to preempt this, rather than waiting for it to happen and then responding.
Locke kept to himself during dinner, which was probably for the best, as Guy was too distracted to be very good conversation. He noticed that Locke seemed under the weather himself, though, and wondered for a moment -- should he ask? But he already had two sick people to deal with; he couldn't afford to add someone else to that list.
When the intercom announcement came on, Guy only found it frustrating. For one thing, Landel didn't give them a number for how many patients would be changing tonight, which meant he had no idea what to expect. On top of that, the announcement wasn't interrupted with a clue this time -- in other words, they couldn't rely on the rebel group for help anymore.
Having changed into his outfit during dinner, Guy was ready to go meet the others. He grabbed his flashlight and sword, leaving the radio since it hadn't been any use for a while now. As usual, he told Locke to be careful before he left the room and moved down the hall.
[To here.]
Dinner had only offered him more time in which to worry, because no amount of information would matter if one of his friends turned tonight. Each day that went by without them taking action pulled them closer to the possibility of one of them changing, and Guy didn't like that.
Still, he couldn't force Claude or Anise into anything. They would have to decide for themselves when they wanted to do something more drastic. Guy just felt that it was better to preempt this, rather than waiting for it to happen and then responding.
Locke kept to himself during dinner, which was probably for the best, as Guy was too distracted to be very good conversation. He noticed that Locke seemed under the weather himself, though, and wondered for a moment -- should he ask? But he already had two sick people to deal with; he couldn't afford to add someone else to that list.
When the intercom announcement came on, Guy only found it frustrating. For one thing, Landel didn't give them a number for how many patients would be changing tonight, which meant he had no idea what to expect. On top of that, the announcement wasn't interrupted with a clue this time -- in other words, they couldn't rely on the rebel group for help anymore.
Having changed into his outfit during dinner, Guy was ready to go meet the others. He grabbed his flashlight and sword, leaving the radio since it hadn't been any use for a while now. As usual, he told Locke to be careful before he left the room and moved down the hall.
[To here.]