Nightshift 29: East Wing, South Hall 2-B

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

[[From here]]
Miku kept her footsteps hushed as she followed the growing buzz in the back of her head. Here it was, just behind this door with it's rusted lock. Miku tried it, hoping that maybe her meager strength would help her, but to no avail. She kept one eye over her shoulder, her ears opened for the click of claws or worse.

Nothing, just the stupid sound of the lock not moving.

"Come on, come on, please...!" she whispered fiercely at it. "Please let me in..!"

Comments

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

Why were they asking so much from him? Couldn't they see he just wanted to curl up and disappear?

"I want to be destroyed," He mumbled in his native tongue (not really aware that he was slipping out of the 'common' language) and felt somewhat nostalgic. He'd done this before, hadn't he? "I want to be destroyed..."

Did he actually want to be destroyed? Probably not, as per usual. However, with the way he felt, he wondered if the death his mother had so lovingly dispatched before wouldn't be a more welcomed state. At least Mother was an omnipotent, all mighty, heavenly force higher on the totem pole of power than he was; the doctor who had done these...things to him was pathetically human. Perhaps he really deserved to be removed from existence if he fell victim to such a being...

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

Although Logan's attention was primarily focused on the hallway ahead, it was far from difficult to keep track of the others as they spoke.

"Don' think it matters too much bub, but I think I remember someone tellin' me 'bout a sorta...field hospital some o' tha other patien's've set up in a room in tha first Male block, M35 I think." True, anyone there with medical abilities or healing powers might not be able to help someone whose injuries weren't physical, but it was a lot closer than their own room, and he'd feel much better about leaving him with someone rather than just dumping him somewhere random.

Logan frowned as he listened to the boy's forlorn mumblings. He knew a lot of languages, several of them fluently, but that hadn't sounded like anything he'd ever heard before. Whatever it was though, the tone spoke of a desperate kid on the verge of mental collapse. He wished he could do more to help, but knew he'd likely have little success. He could think of nothing else to do but utter a few sparse words of encouragement. "Hang in there kid, not long now, gonna get ya someplace safe real soon." At the t-junction of the hallway's end, he held up a hand, motioning the others to stay put, whilst he scooted to the corner nearest the direction of the stairwell and crouched against the wall, scanning up and down the hallway. He motioned again, forward this time, and stepped around the corner.

[Off to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/277200.html?view=21780944#t21780944)]