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Day 20: Intercom, Morning Shift
The intercom came on with a friendly click.
"I hope you all had a very good breakfast, as we're going to be beginning our therapy sessions for the day!" The Head Doctor sounded as sane and pleasant as ever. "Nurses, would you please escort Group 1 patients to their respective doctors as they become available? Group 2 patients should go to the Arts & Crafts room. The guided activity for today is going to be constructing gingerbread houses with frosting, gumdrops, candy canes, and other assorted non-toxic materials."
Although the familiar sound of papers being shuffled could be heard, it seemed as if their weight and number had dwindled since nightshift; it would be safe to say that this was the last batch of patients for the day.
"Our new arrivals, of course, will be joining Group 2 in the Arts & Crafts room--Daniel Adams, Jack Doughter, Ryou Itou, Sean Li, Jess Matthews, Peter Snide, and.... Harry Houdini. Well, I suppose some people must still carry that surname! Heh... hehe. Ahem."
He coughed and cleared his throat.
"Moving right along! Nurses and orderlies, you've been trained on how to carry out the therapy for today; make sure it all runs well. And, to our doctors: You have with you briefings of all your patients, and, if anyone should get out of hand, make sure to call in other members of the staff for your own protection. Thank you."
The intercom clicked off.
[ OOC Note: Each doctor will make their own post, to which their respective patients will respond independently. That is---if, say, Washu makes a post, her patients will respond to that post and each patient will have their own separate back-and-forth thread between the doctor and themselves. A new round of doctor-posts will be made to this comm for Group 2. The Arts & Crafts room can be posted by anyone who wants to take it up, as per usual, and from now on, please make sure your intro posts stay as responses to this intercom post, even if they involve LE RESISTANCE? Thanks! X3; ]
"I hope you all had a very good breakfast, as we're going to be beginning our therapy sessions for the day!" The Head Doctor sounded as sane and pleasant as ever. "Nurses, would you please escort Group 1 patients to their respective doctors as they become available? Group 2 patients should go to the Arts & Crafts room. The guided activity for today is going to be constructing gingerbread houses with frosting, gumdrops, candy canes, and other assorted non-toxic materials."
Although the familiar sound of papers being shuffled could be heard, it seemed as if their weight and number had dwindled since nightshift; it would be safe to say that this was the last batch of patients for the day.
"Our new arrivals, of course, will be joining Group 2 in the Arts & Crafts room--Daniel Adams, Jack Doughter, Ryou Itou, Sean Li, Jess Matthews, Peter Snide, and.... Harry Houdini. Well, I suppose some people must still carry that surname! Heh... hehe. Ahem."
He coughed and cleared his throat.
"Moving right along! Nurses and orderlies, you've been trained on how to carry out the therapy for today; make sure it all runs well. And, to our doctors: You have with you briefings of all your patients, and, if anyone should get out of hand, make sure to call in other members of the staff for your own protection. Thank you."
The intercom clicked off.
[ OOC Note: Each doctor will make their own post, to which their respective patients will respond independently. That is---if, say, Washu makes a post, her patients will respond to that post and each patient will have their own separate back-and-forth thread between the doctor and themselves. A new round of doctor-posts will be made to this comm for Group 2. The Arts & Crafts room can be posted by anyone who wants to take it up, as per usual, and from now on, please make sure your intro posts stay as responses to this intercom post, even if they involve LE RESISTANCE? Thanks! X3; ]
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He hadn't expected to wake up. An honourable death to erase his sins. Wasn't that what was supposed to have happened?
Yohji woke slowly, unusual for him when he'd been trained to wake at a moment's notice, and stared up at the medical white of the ceiling for a long moment before even attempting to move. When he did turn to examine the rest of the room, he was surprised at the absence of pain. Pushing the covers away, he stared down at himself in amazement. No bandages or casts. None of the blood or bruising or broken bones that he knew he should have.
He looked around the room again, marking it as some kind of hospital from the unrelenting white cleanliness. How long had he been unconscious? He knew from experience that on the off chance he survived, he should have taken months to recover.
He slumped back down on the bed and resumed staring at the ceiling. He must have survived, unless this was a really really sucky afterlife. At least if he'd been going to hell, he'd wanted all that fire and brimstone crap.
They must have dug him out. Om- Mamoru. He could get anything done. Even make sure a dead man could get hospital treatment. At least they'd obviously got out alive. Aya...
He jerked bolt upright, staring around the room wildly. Aya's katana! Where was it?! He'd promised! He'd promised to return it and he'd be damned if he broke that promise now.
No sign of it. Of course they wouldn't allow weapons in a hospital. Aya had probably taken it back and was long gone again on whatever potentially suicidal mission he'd dedicated himself to this time.
He hoped that someone would come to visit soon.
He had so many things to do, to say. Even if they rejected him, he had to at least give them the option of killing him themselves. He was a little surprised that Kritiker hadn't had him put down already as a liability.
There was a gentle tap on the door and then it was pushed open and a matronly woman entered with a clipboard. "Ah, Mr Itou," she stumbled slightly over the name, "you're awake."
Yohji blinked at her at her use of the strange name for a second until it clicked. A cover name. Of course. Yohji Kudoh was dead in the official records. And hospitals always checked to make sure that you could pay. He nodded slowly. "Ah, which hospital is this?"
She seemed pleased at his question for some reason. He guessed if he'd been unconscious for so long, then they must have been expecting him to be more confused.
"This is Landels, Mr Itou. Landels Mental Institute."
Yohji just stared for a long moment. Mental Institute?
A soft laugh broke from his lips, growing louder and more hysterical until he finally broke down into fractured sobs as the events of the last mission came crashing down on him finally. He buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking although he made no noise.
"Mr Itou?" The nurse said, moving hesitantly to his side, concern in her voice. "Mr Itou?"
Yohji shook his head, managing to get control of himself once again. He flashed her a broken smile. "I'm fine. After all, it's exactly what I deserve."