Day 27: Intercom, Noon

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The Head Doctor seemed a little exhausted as he gave orders over the microphone this shift, though he didn't seem to have any qualms about explaining why.

"And I do believe we're at the last few pieces of paperwork involved in obtaining and accounting for all of our new patients! Wonderful, if... somewhat exhausting!" The Head Doctor laughed, rapping his knuckles on the surface of his desk. "In any case, I'm sure our patients both old and new want to know what's on the menu for lunch, and so, here it is!

"Today, we'll be having grilled cheese sandwiches--big ones!--with cheddar cheese and mozzarella melted between two buttery, toasty slices of white bread. As sides, we have french fries, cole slaw, and a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and of course, the usual choices in both drinks and the salad bar are available as well.

"And that's all for now! ....Oh! Could our nurses escort the Group 3 patients to the cafeteria? Thank you very much!"

And once again, the intercom clicked off.

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Thursday had been trying to pull away from the orderly - she should've known the nurse wouldn't have been the only one around - but she paused when she heard the first words that came out of said nurse's mouth.

She wasn't the Bellman - that was Commander Bradshaw! But that wasn't the problem - the problem was that the nurse was quite clearly Goliath, and they shouldn't have known about Jurisfiction at all, let alone her involvement in it. Unless Wirthlass had somehow managed to get the attention of Text Grand Central - and -

Thursday focused on the nurse as she resumed struggling. "I'm not Bellman anymore," she spat. "Goliath isn't terribly up to date on its information, is it? But never mind that - who are you, where am I, and what the hell have you done with my family?!"

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Something in Emily's demands sparked professionalism in the nurse--or perhaps it was the fact that the orderly had been able to keep hold of the woman--and she let out a slow sigh. It was hard on the new ones when they first arrived.

"Calm down, ma'am. Your name is Emily Bellman, and you're at Landel's Institute." She paused for a moment then, to let her words sink in. "We're all here to help you get well again. That's why your family brought you here. Now please relax. It's time for lunch, and we need to show you the way to the cafeteria."

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Thursday's eyes narrowed. They were trying to convince her that Bellman was her surname? Why the hell would they do that? And "Landel's" - that didn't sound familiar at all. It was strange - usually Goliath plastered their name on everything they did. But the nurse hadn't said she wasn't Goliath - so the place had to be Goliath-sponsored at the very least.

It was the line about her family that set her off again. She managed to get one arm free and she lunged forward again, swinging at the nurse's jaw. How dare she, how dare she pretend that Land had been the cause of all this when she knew bloody well it was Goliath!

"Landen would never stick me in some bloody institute," she snarled. "Not even if I were sick."

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The nurse wasn't quite so fortunate this time, Emily's fist connecting and sending her stumbling back. The orderly grabbed the woman's arm just a moment too late, but that didn't stop him from jerking it painfully behind her back.

"Shouldn't have done that, Miss." The man shook his head, already knowing what was coming, even as the nurse regained her balance, and prepared a sedative.

"That is more than enough, Mrs. Bellman." The nurse stepped quickly to the still struggling patient, smoothly injecting her with the drug. "The staff will not tolerate such violence! Now calm down!"

Of course, the last order was a forgone conclusion as soon as the needle entered Emily's skin.

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Thursday's eyes went wide with shock as she felt the prick of the needle. Well, she thought, that was new. They'd locked her in a room with no reading material and eradicated her husband before, but they'd certainly never tried to sedate her.

"What the fuck do you think you're doi - " she began, but her motions gradually became more sluggish and her voice trailed off. She tried a half-hearted glare at the nurse, but somehow she got the feeling it wasn't nearly as effective as it had been a few moments ago.

"Still don' think Land sen' me here," she mumbled. "'m not goin' anywhere."

Although it didn't look like she had much of a choice at the moment.

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[moving to lunch (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/211721.html?thread=14851593#t14851593)!]