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- chekov,
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- teisel,
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Nightshift 45: M-C Block Hallway
[From here.]
This hallway seemed to be clear, too. Not many patients were out, it seemed--though he didn't have any basis for comparison in his own hallway at least. He hadn't been out of his room and loitering in the larger hallway before.
The ensign stopped and pulled out the page he'd scrawled a map of the patient blocks on. He shone his light on it, oriented himself, and decided that the best method to continue would be directly down, around Commander Spock's block, and to the door. He frowned a little--whatever civil engineer had designed this building, he wanted to talk to them about the possibility of not making it impossible to travel between the two sections of blocks. This was ridiculous--someone could die walking around in the dark for ages on end like this.
This hallway seemed to be clear, too. Not many patients were out, it seemed--though he didn't have any basis for comparison in his own hallway at least. He hadn't been out of his room and loitering in the larger hallway before.
The ensign stopped and pulled out the page he'd scrawled a map of the patient blocks on. He shone his light on it, oriented himself, and decided that the best method to continue would be directly down, around Commander Spock's block, and to the door. He frowned a little--whatever civil engineer had designed this building, he wanted to talk to them about the possibility of not making it impossible to travel between the two sections of blocks. This was ridiculous--someone could die walking around in the dark for ages on end like this.
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"Oh, no, it isn't Teisel. Um." He held out his hand, changed his mind, and pulled it back. Shaking hands would be kind of tricky with Frank on crutches, and they'd been speaking regularly for a week, regardless of who they each thought they were at the time. It was a little late for a formal introduction. "Todd Wolfe," he said lamely. Damn, he really needed to get out more, once he was legally able to do so.
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"Alright, Todd, wanna take a look around?"
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"Okay." He set a slow pace, one Frank wouldn't have trouble matching. Todd didn't know how practiced he was on the crutches yet. "I guess it won't hurt anything if we explore a little." After all, even though the institute looked spooky in the dark, the worst that could happen would be getting scolded by a nurse and sent back to bed.