Night 52: M71-M80 Hallway

[pullstrung.livejournal.com]

((Continuing from here in room M79.))

"Woah, woah, woah," Woody cut in the moment that brief, yet very, very disconcerting message was finished. What did they have in store for everyone? Why couldn't they just go to sleep like people in a normal hospital did? The staff tried to act like everything was peachy during the day! Would it have been so hard to actually keep that up at night, too?

"What was that about just now?" He turned to Wally, wanting answers that actually made sense and didn't include anything about monsters. "Does he seriously say things like that every night?" By now the food sat practically forgotten on his plate, but Woody wasn't sure how someone could think of food at a time like this.

Some part of him hoped that maybe this was some twisted prank played on some of the more...imaginative patients in order to get them worked up over things that weren't there. If that was the case, then maybe he could still take it easy and not let himself worry so much over things that didn't have anything to do with his getting back home. But the longer he stayed here, the more he was starting to realize that thoughts like that were the result of wishful thinking.

Comments

[doctorbadtouch.livejournal.com]

"I suppose you're right." He replied. He could appreciate practicality more than most. Scientific minds were useful without being to caught up in frivolous emotions, and the only appeal they required was logic.

Still, it wasn't hard to see that the boy was still nervous and obviously upset. He had reason to be. Muraki was intimately familiar with some of the 'upgrades' that could be made to the human body, and few of them could be appreciated by the test subjects. Furthermore, the ones he had preformed himself weren't quite this technical in nature. He couldn't predict what this might accomplish.

"I understand," He thought for a moment. "Do you need help getting your shirt off? Once we start, it would be best to look after things as efficiently as possible."

ONLY A BILLION DAYS LATE, SOB

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

"I can handle it," Brainiac 5 answered swiftly, both because it was true - he was a little slower than normal but it wasn't entirely beyond his capacity at the moment - and because he wasn't comfortable with the idea of Muraki helping him, doctor or no.

"My torso wasn't a major site of tampering," he began as he slowly tugged the shirt up and over his head. "But with the use of liquid technology, I can't be sure where it all ended up, assuming it has stopped moving, or what effects it might have."

With the shirt finally clear of his head, he folded it to the best of his ability right now and set it on the bed next to him. Presumably Muraki would want to inspect the points the doctor had used for injections, as well as his general physical condition, but the exact methods he'd use for such things he wasn't entirely certain of. Physical exams without highly advanced computers had died out centuries ago from his perspective.

HOLIDAYS DON'T COUNT. Also I think Peter can come back now?

[doctorbadtouch.livejournal.com]

Muraki didn't care much either way. A measure of caution was useful, and the point of the question was to check on the boy's mobility, which he had improved since lunch, when he could barely manage to eat on his own. He'd experienced a similar effect when it came to his own wounds. The cut from the other night had healed rapidly and left only a faint scar.

Muraki nodded once, his gaze thoughtful but distant. "My sentiments exactly. There doesn't seem to be any obvious external damage, but..." He pushed his glasses up with the heel of his palm and crouched in front of Brainiac 5. "Let me know if you feel anything unusual."

Though this wasn't a normal physical, he supposed it would be typical to start it off that way. He pressed two fingers against the boy's neck, checking his pulse and moving on to other points with clinical efficiency.