Nightshift 38: M81-90 Hallway

[toxicspiderman]

Well-behaved. Fuck that noise. An image sprung briefly to mind -- Tess, wandering around in the old kitchen, pre-morning caffeine, in flannel pants and a T-shirt reading "Well-behaved women seldom make history" in letters that were slowly peeling off. He'd offered her coffee and she'd about taken his head off. Some sort of detox crap about switching to green tea. Fuck that, too. S.T. hadn't had anything with a statistically significant amount of caffeine in days, and he was feeling it. Pounding headache, dry mouth, like a hangover without the good part.

Maybe the kitchen would have a secret stash. Then again, this would wear off in a few more days, though, if he kept with the cold turkey. Six of one. He'd see what the kitchen had, first.

He rubbed his temples as he collected his gear -- same as last night. Flashlight, pillowcase, radio-belt, maps, paper, pens, shopping list. All in place. He sat down briefly to add his one new addition -- some strips of cloth binding his slippers on more tightly.

He stood up, and walked out the door of M90, slamming it behind him.

[skipping a hall to here]

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[From M84, after Bats has left]

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

Logan awoke to find himself hanging half-out of his bed. Before he could get his bearings, his initial surprise caused him to lose his balance and fall, painfully, onto the floor. Cursing, he slowly rose to his knees, one hand instinctively massaging the bandages around his midriff. Dammit, he cursed again. Another day los'. Why does this keep happenin'?!? If he had but one solid theory to work on, such as keeping the more 'violent' patients subdued for parts of the day, he might feel less confused about it. But as far as he could tell, the occurence was completely random, and affected a wide variety of patients.

Slowly getting to his feet, the mutant stretched a little, careful not to overdo it. It seemed his abdomen was in far better condition than it had been, could feel the scar tissue beginning to form across the vicious wound Venom had dealt him. But he still wasn't inclined to push himself too far. Likewise, he decided that the eye bandage should remain in place for now, not least of all for the fact that the wound probably looked pretty gruesome right about now.

His roommate had already left; maybe he had tried to wake Logan and failed, or maybe Logan had been dumped in the room after he'd left. The latter seemed unlikely. Perhaps then 'Bruce' just had other plans. Fair enough. There was no point hanging around here himself, even if the rest would do him good. He had to get out there; the beast wouldn't have it any other way.

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