Hospital Wing

[rileywilson]

*I frown a bit at Vico, wanting to be professional in front of Orwell. He's one of the few I really trust in this place. I look back at Orwell, wondering how much he'll remember anyway, thanks to the heavy pain meds. Thanks to our BLI medical tech, though, he'll be up faster than everyone expects. Of that much I can be certain. I decide to hold of on telling him about Red... for now*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I let what Riley says sink in, processing the information and connecting it with vague memories. My inability to remember these things frustrates me along with the fact that I am confined to this bed. Not like I can get up and move, I feel entirely limp and unable to lift my head off the pillow, but the infirmity is still distressing when it is clear that so much work needs to be done. I glance at Vico, frowning a bit at his attitude. I look back at Wilson and clear my throat.* It sounds like you have been... quite productive. *I trust Wilson to do his job, he is very adept at his work and committed. As long as things go rather smoothly until I am able to get up the unit should be functional enough. The only concern is the man who attacked me. I am not so happy about that.* Y-you said the man was instated into our unit?

[rileywilson]

We can move him if you wish, but he has had a full memory wipe. We didn't leave anything to chance this time. He is quite docile and the moment and seems to be getting on well. Still, I'll leave the call to you.

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I shake my head, knowing all too well that I should not be making any sort of authoritative decision in my current state. Especially with the amount of pain killers pumping through my system and my bias opinion of my attacker. Maybe within a few days my anger will fade enough that I can look at the situation logically. I sigh and close my eyes, suddenly exhausted with the effort of thinking this through and their visit. Not that I say anything though, I want to be as updated as possible.*

[rileywilson]

*I frown, thinking, then put my radio on the table next to the bed* I have to go run a meeting now, Jon, but here's a radio. I'll go grab another soon. Radio me if you think of anything or need anything.

*I nod and turn to go. I'm already late for the meeting as it is*

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I nod goodbye to Orwell and follow Riley out, closing the door behind me as a cart clatters loudly down the hall. I'm rather impressed by how coherent he was, despite the obviously high levels of painkillers. As we walk back to the elevators I whistle quietly, my mood not at all dampened by the state of my second superior. At least he's alive, and it's not like the unit's plans are changing one way or another. And besides, I might as well enjoy this state of affairs while I can; I have a feeling Riley's going to be even more unyieldingly professional when Orwell's around.*

[rileywilson]

*We walk to the elevators in silence. I swipe my card and we go to the conference room level. I radio all Unit Members to be at Conference room B in half-an-hour and then begin preparing my plan of action, which includes several maps, pictures, and reports. All too soon I find myself in need of more coffee*

[Copying and transferring to 'More Equal than Some p.26]

[Kettu Jarva]

-I make my way to Dr. Jarva's office the computer now screaming alarms at me- *Warning:/ Medical attention needed urgently!* -I knock on the door he answers and looks nervous- Dr Jarva this body has been compromised I am need of medical attention.

*I see the thing that was once my sister walk up to my door with a gaping wound in her chest and her metal leg bent like it was shot* Ah yes come with me I'll patch you up Miss Five. *I lead her to room 407 and start to clean her wounds* How did this happen?

[Rachel Mahoney]

*my coworker and I manage to carry the killjoy into the hospital wing and look around for one of the doctors. I spot doctor Jarva and head towards him* Excuse me Dr. Jarva? we have a captured killjoy in need of some medical attention before we bring her into a holding cell.

[Kettu Jarva]

*I notice two employees walking up to me carrying a killjoy* Ah Miss Mahoney. yes put her in the room with Miss Five and just cuff her to the bed Ill take care of her in a minute. *I look back to APC 5... keli she is now out and looks more like my sister than ever.*

[Rachel Mahoney]

*we carry her to the bed and i adjust her cuffs so they're wound around the bed post. We then head out of the room to assist the others back near the closet*

[Kettu Jarva]

*I look over the wounds on the killjoy* Hey miss? What do you want me to call you as I treat your wounds? *her wounds arent the worst so i quickly wash my hands change my gloves* Your wounds arent fatal but this is going to hurt would you like some pain killers?

[Blackout]

*i glare at the doctor* Blackout, and you can keep your pills to yourself. *i try to to yank my hands out of the cuffs but they only cut into my wrists*

[Kettu Jarva]

Please dont struggle. Im just a doctor I take care of my patients I dont drug them. I loathe this company but out there is where it drives me mad. *I use a local anesthetic oh blackouts leg and start to clean out the already infecting tissue* Im sorry you are stuck in this.

[Blackout]

*I look questioningly at the doctor, first time i ever heard a BLI employee say they hate BLI* its the pills i dont trust, not doctors. actually i take that back, i hardly trust anyone in this whole city