Nightshift 32: Stairs by Waiting Room/Lobby 2

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It wasn’t a great experience, walking around in dark halls hardly able to see and hearing other people talking in the dark. Wouldn’t be so bad if he could trust half of them, but Reid wasn’t an idiot--he’d at least been paying attention to that one lecture about people in a mock prison and how nuts they’d all got after a while. Total psychology to go homicidal in a situation like this.

So he continued to pretend they weren’t there, just like he did to everyone he deemed unworthy.

Opening the door to the stairwell, he paused briefly for Tyler.

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"My mother wouldn't have stopped shrieking until they sedated her, and then they would have had to keep her that way, or triple her normal stress medication," Tyler snorted, rolling his eyes as he followed Reid up the stairs. The very idea was laughably horrifying.

The dark-haired boy shot a rueful frown at the back of Reid's head at his other comments. "That was just that one night. The same night my magic didn't work. I'm fine now. And if you start making Cinderella cracks, I might be tempted to try and knock you across another hallway."

Still his lips quirked, showing he wasn't really pissed, a hint of laughter in bright blue eyes as he glanced up at the blond ahead of him.

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“Yeah, well, there’s plenty of tranqs around to keep any junkie happy.” He glanced over his shoulder briefly, the cramped stairwell allowing more illumination. “Let’s not forget you’re already one for one on that.”

Reid felt his point still stood.

“And for the record, one freebie is all you get. Now I owe you one, so you’d better save your strength.”

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