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Day 54: Doctor's Office 6 (Dr. Wilson) [Second Shift]
Coming into the hospital only to see it in a state that made it feel more like it was a prison on lockdown was enough to throw Wilson for a loop. While he realized that some of the patients here were dangerous enough to require that sort of behavior, he'd thought that the staff had been handling it pretty well on their own. So why were there a ton of people in military attire hanging around this morning?
It took a lot of work to find a nurse who wasn't distracted and who would actually tell him the truth, but it sounded like they were having some sort of inspection. Maybe Landel's strange methods were finally being called into question, although that still didn't explain why it was the military (which military?) who was dealing with it. It all seemed a bit too extreme for comfort.
Hearing about the riot was enough to leave Wilson a bit disappointed in the patients, but the reaction to it was way more shocking and upsetting. Tear gas? How could this hospital even pretend to be legitimate and well-run at this point?
It was enough to set him on edge, making him wonder why it was that he'd been left in this place -- and more than that, why it seemed like he couldn't contact a single person on the outside. Everyone in Doyleton he could talk to without an issue, but for anyone beyond that small area, it was like they'd perpetually forgotten where their phone was.
Not that the lines were out of service; it was just that no one ever picked up.
Feeling a mix of angry, worried, and a bit paranoid, Wilson was forced to go to his office rather than checking on the patients to see if they'd had any bad reactions to the gas. The stuff was supposed to screw you over for a bit, obviously, but if anyone inhaled too much or was simply not prepared to handle it...
"No," the nurse had said, "we'll take care of it."
And so he was supposed to stay in his office and act like nothing was wrong. Wilson found himself pacing the small space in his room, trying to at least let off some of his excess energy. How could he just stand by while something like this was going on? How could he be expected to be okay with it?
It took a lot of work to find a nurse who wasn't distracted and who would actually tell him the truth, but it sounded like they were having some sort of inspection. Maybe Landel's strange methods were finally being called into question, although that still didn't explain why it was the military (which military?) who was dealing with it. It all seemed a bit too extreme for comfort.
Hearing about the riot was enough to leave Wilson a bit disappointed in the patients, but the reaction to it was way more shocking and upsetting. Tear gas? How could this hospital even pretend to be legitimate and well-run at this point?
It was enough to set him on edge, making him wonder why it was that he'd been left in this place -- and more than that, why it seemed like he couldn't contact a single person on the outside. Everyone in Doyleton he could talk to without an issue, but for anyone beyond that small area, it was like they'd perpetually forgotten where their phone was.
Not that the lines were out of service; it was just that no one ever picked up.
Feeling a mix of angry, worried, and a bit paranoid, Wilson was forced to go to his office rather than checking on the patients to see if they'd had any bad reactions to the gas. The stuff was supposed to screw you over for a bit, obviously, but if anyone inhaled too much or was simply not prepared to handle it...
"No," the nurse had said, "we'll take care of it."
And so he was supposed to stay in his office and act like nothing was wrong. Wilson found himself pacing the small space in his room, trying to at least let off some of his excess energy. How could he just stand by while something like this was going on? How could he be expected to be okay with it?