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damned_institute2012-10-16 05:49 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-16 05:49 pm
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Night 66: Patient Records
[from here]
Unfortunately, it seemed he chose the most annoying room possible for momentary cover. At first glance, it was just a room with files lining the walls. It could have been a potential goldmine had they not been patient medical files. Oh, excuse him: "patient" medical files. He pulled one out randomly... Bailey, is it?... to confirm the contents. Sure enough, it was just a medical chart. A chart outlining details of a fake life.
And it wasn't just that. They were lies, defaming each individual in here. Lies that they wanted them to believe and were somehow brainwashing those closest to them into taking as truth. Lies that were annoying and offensive and a little too personal for them to simply have written up on a whim. It reminded him of something Ema had mentioned about how the doctors here seemed to have known absolutely every detail of her life somehow. Even things she herself hadn't known or been able to know. And the implication of that was just....
Right there, he closed the folder and put it back with an annoyed huff. At that moment, the thought of remaining in here much longer suddenly seemed immensely aggravating. It was a room full of fake information. It was dead end and it was beyond useless. And he didn't want to think about it anymore.
[to here]
Unfortunately, it seemed he chose the most annoying room possible for momentary cover. At first glance, it was just a room with files lining the walls. It could have been a potential goldmine had they not been patient medical files. Oh, excuse him: "patient" medical files. He pulled one out randomly... Bailey, is it?... to confirm the contents. Sure enough, it was just a medical chart. A chart outlining details of a fake life.
And it wasn't just that. They were lies, defaming each individual in here. Lies that they wanted them to believe and were somehow brainwashing those closest to them into taking as truth. Lies that were annoying and offensive and a little too personal for them to simply have written up on a whim. It reminded him of something Ema had mentioned about how the doctors here seemed to have known absolutely every detail of her life somehow. Even things she herself hadn't known or been able to know. And the implication of that was just....
Right there, he closed the folder and put it back with an annoyed huff. At that moment, the thought of remaining in here much longer suddenly seemed immensely aggravating. It was a room full of fake information. It was dead end and it was beyond useless. And he didn't want to think about it anymore.
[to here]