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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 12, 2011 20:16:55 GMT -5
*I sigh at the thought of paperwork, but don't protest. At least we'll be out of the hospital. Nothing - absolutely nothing - of interest has happened in the past three days. At least that first day there were plenty of people going by in the hallway, bleeding and dying and all. Now even that's stopped.* Ready.
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Dec 13, 2011 18:50:20 GMT -5
*I let out an exasperated sigh as I reach Dr. Brians office he isnt in but I decide to sit and wait for him instead of going to find him. a few nurses pass by and stare at me. I look down at the clothes im wearing they are pristine not a spot on them. I touch my hair nope... still slightly dishevled like it always is. I smile at them* May I help you ladies or can you help me? *I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose* Im looking for Dr. Brian. *they just smile and walk off* alright... Have a better day! *I shout after them and sit on the couch in his office taking my glasses off rubbing my eyes, I look into the mirror on his desk. I look tired more than tired actually but its how i always look now i guess* Oh Brian... where are you? *I look at my watch* fifteen minutes late.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 13, 2011 19:33:35 GMT -5
*Not soon after our return to the tower am I quickly shoved into an exam room. I protest, I have too much work to do to be bothered about my wound but they refuse to let me leave. It takes nearly an hour to convince them to let me go. Of course it has restrictions and I am confined to bed but whenever possible I ignore it and move about the tower. The city is still in chaos but as soon as a higher ups okayed the sale and distribution of our high dose medications everyone clams down again. They could walk past a burning building and not even blink. I fill out paperwork and reports, attend meetings with the other unit leaders and discuss our future plans. It is finally confirmed that all of the Vipers have been wiped out and there is no need to worry about them further. I only pass out from pain once and I was alone in the elevator when it happened so it was not until spots of blood appeared through my shirt was a guard posted at my office door and refused to let me leave. Three days into the aftermath and I am still wide awake at night, planning and figuring things out.*
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 13, 2011 20:31:36 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
*I spend the day avoiding Wilson, who has constantly badgered me about the state of his team since they arrived three days ago. I approved the new accelerated healing meds and spent the rest of the morning trying to convince myself that I didn't do it just to get Wilson off my back, that they really are what's best for Red. Currently I'm actually more worried about Mahoney, whose mental state is progressing far more slowly than her physical one. I have tried to get her to see a psychiatrist, but she refuses to see anyone*
*Disheartened, my day does not get any better when I walk into my office and see an old friend and mentor*
Doctor Jarva?! What are you doing here? You had better be careful, Wilson's been haunting the hospital wing and you know he hates your guts. Aren't you retired?
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[Wilson:]
*After putting Max and Morand to work on a large stack of papers (which they both hate, but do anyway) I go to visit and strategize with Orwell. We have not worked together as much as I would like and I aim on changing that. I nod to the guard at the door and know, banking on the fact that he is still awake*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Dec 13, 2011 20:34:40 GMT -5
*I smile and hold up the papers stating my reinstatement* I leave for two years and come back to find my appartment blown up! *I laugh whole heartedly* this city isnt what it used to be. Wilson should be afraid of me not the other way around I got my old position back. So how is everything brian?
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Dec 13, 2011 21:00:57 GMT -5
*I hate being stuck in the hospital, I hate any situation in which I can't move around for long periods of time. It just makes me even more jittery and on edge than usual. And I have enough on my mind already as it is. Dr. Brian has suggested I see psychiatrist a couple times, but I don't think it would be the best idea to talk about my brother, I don't think it would be taken too kindly. Ryan stops by every now and then to make sure I don't go insane, but I'm rarely in the mood to really talk, and my throat hurts if I talk for too long anyway. I think everyone from my patrol has been released already, and I desperately want to join them*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 14, 2011 14:04:35 GMT -5
*I reawaken when the sun has set over the city so it's dark in the room but it's still quiet in the hall. I pull myself up in the bed and look around, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I stare at the digit clock on the wall for a few moments before sighing. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I could leave. I scowl and look at my side again. It feels well enough that I might be able to make it to the zones but who knows what sort of drugs they've pumped into me to numb the pain. I curse quietly to myself and flip the blankets off of me and swing my legs off the bed. I nearly fall the first time I stand but regain my strength and balance. I find a pair of white sweatpants and a white t-shirt in a cupboard and carefully change into them after carefully pulling out the IV. I walk out into the hall barefoot. There's a nurse busy talking on the phone otherwise it's quiet. As soon as I'm sure she has her back turned I silently tiptoe past her and walk into a even more quiet part of the hospital ward.*
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 15, 2011 4:11:14 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
To be honest, Doctor, it's been tough lately. The viper attack has left the city in ruin, thousands of people hurt. The hospitals are overrun and they expect the Tower's medical division to coordinate it all. On top of it all I have several high-level patients. Two execs were hurt in the attack, three have family members that were hurt, and Wilson's experiment, Red, nearly died on me at least five times. Honestly, I gave the go-ahead to give her some new drugs that are supposed to help her heal faster. Nothing you would approve, but it's getting harder and harder to be a moral doctor...
*I sit down at my desk, running my hands through my hair* Look, it's almost time for my rounds. You should stay here if you don't want to risk running into Wilson...
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 15, 2011 4:57:14 GMT -5
*I'm awake. I feel like I've been sleeping for days. My mind feels like it's racing. First I think about the vipers, the unit, the killjoys. IA's face flashes in my mind, the only one to call me 'a mute'. Then Max, who doesn't care for me anymore. Morand, who could care less, and Retro, who cares too much. I think about the people who have dissappeared at BLI.. a woman named Faith... and those I wish would dissappear, Aerith. My mind is racing a mile a minute, I may never sleep again... I wonder what they gave me?*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Dec 15, 2011 5:53:57 GMT -5
Can I come around with you Dr. I am not used to so many patients and I would like to have a look at Red... My sister told me about her a while ago.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 15, 2011 8:36:39 GMT -5
*I walk silently through the quiet corridor, the tiles cold on my feet. I peek into each room, searching for her but it's not until I'm about to give up and search another area do I find her. She looks horrible and bruised, just laying there. I consider letting her rest and hesitate knocking on the door but instead just wander into the open room. I look around, observing everything. It's the same as every other room- white. There's a clipboard on the edge of her bed so I casually take it and flip through it. A few of the medicines look familiar but most are unknown by me.*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 15, 2011 11:49:43 GMT -5
*I hear someone enter the room and open my eyes a bit, not sure if I want to interact with anyone. The tile ceiling greets me, an old friend by this point, and I see movement off to my right. I turn my head and shift part of my body, trying to see better. I notice all the IV lines and monitoring wires move as I do, as if I were some sort of monsterous marionett, the doll controlling the strings*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 15, 2011 12:21:40 GMT -5
*I look over when I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I let out a little sigh of relief when I see she's awake. I lay the clipboard down on the foot of the bed and walk over to the side of the bed and try to smile down at her. She looks so beaten and battered... And all the tubing. It's very discouraging. I lightly brush some hair out of her face as I say softly,* Hey Red... *I look around for a notebook and pen but even when I find one I'm not sure if she'll be able to write.*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 15, 2011 12:53:29 GMT -5
*A woman appears over me and the light behind her curly hair makes her almost angelic in appearance. The halo dissappears as my eyes focus and I see Retro. I automatically try to reach up to take the pen when she hold it out, but my arms feel too heavy. I frown a little, not wanting to show weakness in front of my partner, as I think of her. It begins to dawn on me how bad off I really am. Yet, this realization only makes me want to get out of this place sooner. I'm pretty sure I've already had my share of hospital visits*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 15, 2011 13:03:52 GMT -5
*I frown when I see her attempts to take the pen but she really is too weak. I lay it on the stand beside her and carefully push some of the tubing out of the way so I can sit on the edge of the bed next to her. I slowly reach out and take her cold hand, aware of the tape holding the IV in her wrist. I smile as best as I can at her and just stay silent for a moment. It's calm here. I don't mind it. I look down at her hand and trace all the tiny scars on it with my thumb.* Don't worry Red... I'm not going anywhere.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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