http://damned-nurses.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damned-nurses.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-02-14 03:14 am

Day 30: Staff, Morning

Burly orderlies and agile Calm Effect nurses flooded the cafeteria from the Courtyard while regular hall nurses filed in from the Sun Room and ushered out those not involved in the rebellion. It indeed seemed as if Landel was sending out all the cavalry, and an effective cavalry they were: The riot didn't continue for much longer after the alarm sounded, though it seemed strange just how quickly all of the mutinous patients fell, even the ones who hadn't been injected with anything.

The hall nurses were quick to escort their well-behaved charges back to their rooms, praising those who hadn't joined in and chiding those who muttered under their breath in response. There were some exceptions, of course: One nice young man had even defended one of the nurses from the violent patients! Now, wasn't that exemplary behavior? Dr. Landel would be so proud to hear about it...

Within half an hour, all of the so-called "loyal" patients had been safely deposited in their rooms, and it was then that the alarm finally stopped and the true difficulty of the situation was tackled. There certainly weren't enough rooms in solitary to accommodate such rampant disobedience, and yet measures would have to be taken to ensure proper consequences for each and every patient involved. After all, something like this couldn't be allowed to happen again!

Different options were considered. Perhaps they should make an example out of the girl who had sparked the riot, but then again, perhaps not. This certainly wasn't the first case of patients attacking nurses or their peers in a crowded area, but what had been different this time was the sheer support that the other patients had shown for her. Should the staff then make examples of all those who had tried to "protect" her from the well-meaning nurses? No, there were too many for that...

In the end, it was decided that the best immediate solution would be to treat the rebellious patients in the Medical Wing while they were unconscious and then move them back to their rooms to await punishment. To ensure the safety of both their roommates and the patients themselves, however, the staff decided to securely fasten their limbs to their beds and keep them heavily drugged. Such a sad sight they were to see, but... it was necessary.

Finally, when each and every patient had been escorted back to their respective rooms, the staff hurried off to an emergency meeting upstairs. Strangely, Head Nurse Lydia was the one taking care of the proceedings in the Head Doctor's stead. She calmly told them that he was preoccupied with more urgent matters, and as she began to speak to the crowd, the staff could only wonder what could possibly be more important than an unprecedented patient riot...

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[identity profile] blurred-divide.livejournal.com 2008-02-15 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It didn't escape Angel's notice that the other man only seemed to get more agitated at the sound of his voice.

Maybe he shouldn't say anything, then.

Picking up his journal again, he sat back down on the bed. There wasn't anything for him to do at this point but wait it out. With luck, his roommate would come to soon.

[identity profile] highlord-ofhell.livejournal.com 2008-02-16 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Without disturbance, some of the rage unclenched inside, and Saetan relaxed. As he relaxed, he started to float on the drugged haze instead of being pushed down by it. In this state, it didn't take a particularly long time for him to drift to the surface of the pool, which felt like the Abyss to his weakened senses.

He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as they teared up at the sudden burst of light. There was the distinct physical scent of another male in the room, very faint, but nothing in the way of psychic scent, not even the faint flavor of a landen which he got from most of the others at the Institute. Nothing. Puzzled, he turned his head cautiously to see the rest of the room, his golden eyes narrowing in confusion as he spotted the tall, dark-haired man sitting on the other bed..

How much of the sedatives were still in his system was apparent to him until he tried to sit up and re-encountered the restraints. His rage leapt up again, like a mangy wolf missing half his claws. Saetan growled softly, but stopped struggling as soon as he realized he couldn't free himself. Thoughts danced away, snatched by the haze, but he concentrated on the one thing that was immediate and in his possible grasp.

"Who are you?" That seemed more polite than asking, What are you?

[identity profile] blurred-divide.livejournal.com 2008-02-16 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Angel looked up, the tip of his pen hovering over the page for a second before he placed it down.

"I'm Angel."

[identity profile] highlord-ofhell.livejournal.com 2008-02-16 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
After a few moments, Saetan nodded. "I'm Saetan SaDiablo," he said. "Do you know what they're doing next?" His words were clear, if spoken very slowly.

[identity profile] blurred-divide.livejournal.com 2008-02-17 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Angel lifted an eyebrow slightly. Apparently, this place had a strong sense of irony.

"It seems we're in some kind of lockdown," he replied. "Aside from that, I don't know."