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damned_institute2012-10-17 09:40 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-17 09:40 pm
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Night 66: Medical Library
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Though the word "library" was used, Klavier hadn't quite been expecting such a large room. Not to say he was complaining. He would much rather have too many options to look over than too few. This was exactly the sort of thing they needed. They were dealing with an illness here and very few of them had enough medical or biological knowledge to fairly know how to combat it. Even if it was obviously a condition that had never been documented before, there had to be information they could at least work with in here.
From where he was, he could see there were several rows of shelves to work with, and admittedly, though this wasn't anywhere close to his field, he was a bit excited. What to search for first? Something related to all "flu-like symptoms" and what could internally cause them? Or perhaps a book on how various chemicals can affect the human body. If anyone was really going to risk experimenting with a cure, it would be good to have a reference on what substances and combinations thereof they shouldn't be using. And information on what to do should someone be given the wrong thing would also be helpful.
Actually, no. To turn that about, maybe it would be better to find a book on medicines. Someone on the bulletin had suggested there be a focus on a particular sort of medicine. ...Ach. What was it? It felt like an eternity ago, but he was sure he had noted it in his journal. What sort of medicine was it? It hadn't been anything rare; he remembered being very familiar with the names. Come on now... He was certain if he saw a related word or something else that could serve as a reminder, he would immediately remember.
He moved to the first shelf, thoroughly focused on scanning every single book until he'd found the ones he wanted. This was going to take a while since he was unfortunately forced to do so by flashlight, but it wasn't as though he had anywhere else to be at the moment. ...So far there seemed to be a lot of binders. He had to be sure he not only found something related but something that would reasonably fit in his bag. Hopefully with room for more books as needed.
He left the binders for now, noting to check them more thoroughly once he'd gathered some thinner books. He really didn't want medical journals or theories or experimental therapy opinions. All he wanted were facts. There had to be reference books somewhere. Basic instructional books would also be nice, but that wouldn't really be in a room where licensed doctors were meant to look things up on the fly. ...Or he certainly hoped not.
Though the word "library" was used, Klavier hadn't quite been expecting such a large room. Not to say he was complaining. He would much rather have too many options to look over than too few. This was exactly the sort of thing they needed. They were dealing with an illness here and very few of them had enough medical or biological knowledge to fairly know how to combat it. Even if it was obviously a condition that had never been documented before, there had to be information they could at least work with in here.
From where he was, he could see there were several rows of shelves to work with, and admittedly, though this wasn't anywhere close to his field, he was a bit excited. What to search for first? Something related to all "flu-like symptoms" and what could internally cause them? Or perhaps a book on how various chemicals can affect the human body. If anyone was really going to risk experimenting with a cure, it would be good to have a reference on what substances and combinations thereof they shouldn't be using. And information on what to do should someone be given the wrong thing would also be helpful.
Actually, no. To turn that about, maybe it would be better to find a book on medicines. Someone on the bulletin had suggested there be a focus on a particular sort of medicine. ...Ach. What was it? It felt like an eternity ago, but he was sure he had noted it in his journal. What sort of medicine was it? It hadn't been anything rare; he remembered being very familiar with the names. Come on now... He was certain if he saw a related word or something else that could serve as a reminder, he would immediately remember.
He moved to the first shelf, thoroughly focused on scanning every single book until he'd found the ones he wanted. This was going to take a while since he was unfortunately forced to do so by flashlight, but it wasn't as though he had anywhere else to be at the moment. ...So far there seemed to be a lot of binders. He had to be sure he not only found something related but something that would reasonably fit in his bag. Hopefully with room for more books as needed.
He left the binders for now, noting to check them more thoroughly once he'd gathered some thinner books. He really didn't want medical journals or theories or experimental therapy opinions. All he wanted were facts. There had to be reference books somewhere. Basic instructional books would also be nice, but that wouldn't really be in a room where licensed doctors were meant to look things up on the fly. ...Or he certainly hoped not.
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Had this happened while he was still, he probably would have been able to jerk out of the way in time. But since he was already moving backward, he wasn't able to react in time to shift directions mid-step. The thing landed on his foot, mouth clamping hard into the area right above his left ankle. For a thing that he didn't even know had a mouth (teeth? mandibles?), it was able to inflict a shocking amount of pain. It was hard and sharp, both possibly more impacting since he hadn't seen it coming.
"AAHHHH!!" Any mind-shattering hysterics Klavier might have exploded into from this thing touching him were immediately cut off by that pain. Reacting again mostly on instinct, he reared his leg back and swung it forward hard, trying to send the thing flying off.
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The other roach, smelling the blood, darted in, aiming for the other ankle. It was larger, and slower than the other, but it scuttled forward as quickly as it could.
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The one he'd kicked away was -- UGH! UGGGGH! They're so disgusting!! -- incapacitated for the moment. The other one had decided it wanted a bite of him for itself and was now charging at him without giving him much chance to recover from the first one's assault. God, could they actually eat him? And if there really was the possibility of there being more in here...
The sudden thought of these things swarming him was so terrifying and so unbearable, he could not possibly stand to be in that room another minute. But making a run for it was not going to be a simple task with his leg like this. And this second one was not giving him much chance to think or even try limping away.
He grabbed the pipe from his shoulder bag and waited a second or two for the thing to run closer, other hand keeping the flashlight on it. Oh God. This was gross. This was so gross. Even with the risk of getting another bite if he didn't, he wasn't sure how much he could bring himself to hit this thing or in any way touch it, even secondhand. But he brought the pipe up, and when the thing was unfortunately in range, he slammed it down. The aim was to crush the thing, which on its own was disgusting enough for him to squeeze his eyes shut while he swung down.
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Meanwhile, the other one had made it back onto its feet, and was running, not towards the human, but towards the other roach. It would be easier prey than the human, after all, if less tasty.
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Opening his eyes didn't make it much better. He'd been hoping to kill the damn thing in one hit. Maybe that was just too optimistic, all things considering. Though he'd hit it dead on, the impact hadn't been quite enough to kill the thing. In fact, it had been left in a sorry state; several legs broken, body half split and dripping out bug innard juice... stuff... whatever. This as well as it half-heartedly dragging itself away with a distinctive, dry scraping noise just made it that much more disgusting.
A fast clicking sound immediately pulled his attention back toward the other one, which was running back for a second assault. Or that's what he'd assumed. He took a step back and prepared to strike with the pipe all over again, but after a moment, he finally realized. It wasn't aiming for him. It ran over to its injured, um, "comrade", and then proceeded to... well, it started to eat the other. While it was still mostly alive. And this was all happening a little over a foot away from where he was standing.
Klavier stumbled back another step, unable to keep the disgust from his face. Looking at these things was revolting enough on its own, but now this? It took every ounce of self control he had not to turn or look away entirely. He wasn't about to let his guard down, especially since he was certain there must have been more of these things hiding and waiting. There was no way he was going to stand here and find out.
As horrific as it was, the distraction was a godsend and probably would not last too long. He needed to use this to either kill them both or get out of there entirely. And considering he would probably vomit if he had to continue looking at these things another minute, he settled on exiting stage left.
He moved away from them quietly and slowly, worried anything too sudden might draw attention. Then after he'd gotten a good distance, turned his attention away and moved as quickly as possible for the exit. The pain in his ankle spiked every time he put pressure on that foot, but he was so focused on getting to the door that he barely paid it any attention.
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