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Nancy was delivered to the infirmary, said her goodbyes and thanks to Sasha, and settled onto one of the beds there. She just needed to rest until the back pain eased up a little and the initial craziness that the pills brought on passed. The pills were a low dose for when she had to work. She had another prescription of higher doses for when she had time to herself at home. She didn't even carry those pills around, instead keeping them in the medicine cabinet in her bathroom. Her arm was laid over her eyes
A middle aged nurse with square glasses scowled at Nancy on the infirmary bed from her workstation. "Everyone's tired. If she's going to have to lie down every time, we need to fire her." The nurse muttered to another nurse near her.
"Excuse you, she had a back injury when she was a child. She told us that up front when we hired her, and this is the first time she's had a problem with it. It's fine."
The square-eyed nurse kept scowling. "I have a bad knee. You don't see me complaining." She spoke loud enough to be sure Nancy could hear. Nancy peeked out from under her arm and waited until she turned her back to flash her the middle finger. She didn't let it get to her, or at least she tried not to. That nurse was a bitter person who was unhappy with everything. Nancy didn't feel the need to try to change that.
"Oh yes, I'm certain arthritic knees are on the same level to a fractured spine. How about this? Next time you have a problem with me, say it to my face instead of being so passive aggressive." Why did the pills make her so chatty?!
The square eyed nurse slammed her notebook down and turned the the nurse near her.
"I'm going to file a complaint against her." And she stormed off.
Great... Nancy thought.
"Don't worry, Nance. She files a complaint against someone nearly every week."
A middle aged nurse with square glasses scowled at Nancy on the infirmary bed from her workstation. "Everyone's tired. If she's going to have to lie down every time, we need to fire her." The nurse muttered to another nurse near her.
"Excuse you, she had a back injury when she was a child. She told us that up front when we hired her, and this is the first time she's had a problem with it. It's fine."
The square-eyed nurse kept scowling. "I have a bad knee. You don't see me complaining." She spoke loud enough to be sure Nancy could hear. Nancy peeked out from under her arm and waited until she turned her back to flash her the middle finger. She didn't let it get to her, or at least she tried not to. That nurse was a bitter person who was unhappy with everything. Nancy didn't feel the need to try to change that.
"Oh yes, I'm certain arthritic knees are on the same level to a fractured spine. How about this? Next time you have a problem with me, say it to my face instead of being so passive aggressive." Why did the pills make her so chatty?!
The square eyed nurse slammed her notebook down and turned the the nurse near her.
"I'm going to file a complaint against her." And she stormed off.
Great... Nancy thought.
"Don't worry, Nance. She files a complaint against someone nearly every week."
"MARK! Watch out, it's coming for you!"
Hazel shot at the Tartok again and went racing after it. If she couldn't get it out of the way, maybe she could force it out a window down that hallway and get the guys upstairs to help Courtney and Haley get to the attic.
"Courtney! Help Haley get him to the attic! Take this!" She dropped the bag on her elbow onto Courtney as she followed the Tartok into the dark hallway containing the entrance to the attic.
"NOW!" Her voice was going to give out soon, she could fee it. She was never one to yell, and all of this yelling was making her throat raw.
The eagle, still secure in her left hand, was up in a position as if she were trying to block a punch while she ran. It felt awkward, but she didn't know how else to run with it in front. Adding in the rifle in her right hand, and this just didn't feel normal. Then again, nothing about this night did.
It was hard to keep her eye on the Tartok, but she did her best. She took a few deep breaths, readying herself to try and stop the Tartok from getting upstairs, to force it past the attic entrance and to yell up to help get everything and everyone upstairs. She hoped her plan worked. It felt suicidal.
Hazel shot at the Tartok again and went racing after it. If she couldn't get it out of the way, maybe she could force it out a window down that hallway and get the guys upstairs to help Courtney and Haley get to the attic.
"Courtney! Help Haley get him to the attic! Take this!" She dropped the bag on her elbow onto Courtney as she followed the Tartok into the dark hallway containing the entrance to the attic.
"NOW!" Her voice was going to give out soon, she could fee it. She was never one to yell, and all of this yelling was making her throat raw.
The eagle, still secure in her left hand, was up in a position as if she were trying to block a punch while she ran. It felt awkward, but she didn't know how else to run with it in front. Adding in the rifle in her right hand, and this just didn't feel normal. Then again, nothing about this night did.
It was hard to keep her eye on the Tartok, but she did her best. She took a few deep breaths, readying herself to try and stop the Tartok from getting upstairs, to force it past the attic entrance and to yell up to help get everything and everyone upstairs. She hoped her plan worked. It felt suicidal.
Nancy stopped abruptly, looking up at Sasha with wide eyes as he spoke.
He was right. She knew things here were weird. She had been picking up on a lot of odd things. Nothing she could put her finger on. Being an empathetic person only helped her connect to people's emotions. It just meant she was emotionally intelligent, more so than other people. It didn't mean she was psychic, but so often people thought that's what it meant. It made her feel like she might be seen as crazy if she ever talked about it. If she ever started asking questions about odd things she sensed but couldn't explain, with no hard evidence to point to. People in the medical field preferred cold, hard facts. They didn't take well to anything more intangible.
She nodded when he mentioned not bringing it up. She didn't want to be marked as a trouble maker, or anything else like that. But she was having a hard time wrapping her head around it- around the ominous "downstairs" she had heard mentioned but never been to, around the woman's room that was still full of her things.
She didn't want to believe it. If she did, it would meant that she had left one hell hole hospital for another. She would have gone from a hospital that let veterans suffer with wounds, post-traumatic stress disorder, chronic pain problems, current illnesses and old injuries suffer while bureaucracy held help just out of reach. If Sasha was right, then this place was doing the exact opposite. The thought made her stomach churn.
"I won't let anything happen to you." She didn't know why she said it. It just slipped out. Probably part of the loose tongue the meds gave her. Grandfather always told her she had a complex about wanting to save people because she couldn't save her parents after the wreck. Maybe he was right.
He was right. She knew things here were weird. She had been picking up on a lot of odd things. Nothing she could put her finger on. Being an empathetic person only helped her connect to people's emotions. It just meant she was emotionally intelligent, more so than other people. It didn't mean she was psychic, but so often people thought that's what it meant. It made her feel like she might be seen as crazy if she ever talked about it. If she ever started asking questions about odd things she sensed but couldn't explain, with no hard evidence to point to. People in the medical field preferred cold, hard facts. They didn't take well to anything more intangible.
She nodded when he mentioned not bringing it up. She didn't want to be marked as a trouble maker, or anything else like that. But she was having a hard time wrapping her head around it- around the ominous "downstairs" she had heard mentioned but never been to, around the woman's room that was still full of her things.
She didn't want to believe it. If she did, it would meant that she had left one hell hole hospital for another. She would have gone from a hospital that let veterans suffer with wounds, post-traumatic stress disorder, chronic pain problems, current illnesses and old injuries suffer while bureaucracy held help just out of reach. If Sasha was right, then this place was doing the exact opposite. The thought made her stomach churn.
"I won't let anything happen to you." She didn't know why she said it. It just slipped out. Probably part of the loose tongue the meds gave her. Grandfather always told her she had a complex about wanting to save people because she couldn't save her parents after the wreck. Maybe he was right.
Nancy looked up, startled. What did he mean, patients missing? Were patients getting out somehow?
"No, I don't think so. Probably just some house keeping stuff. You know, paperwork. Budgets. What do you mean missing patients?" Oh dear, there was the loose tongue the pain killers gave her. She needed to stop herself talking.
"I mean, some patients have gone home, sure. But I don't think the patients are missing. Maybe hiding." Let's be honest, Nancy had sensed things were strange here. Everyone was on edge. Like... everyone. More so than at a normal hospital. Some patients tended to distrust the nurses, the orderlies, the guards, sure. That was normal. But here it seemed like all of the patients held grudges against the staff.
"Like a civil war is going to break out." She found herself saying out loud.
"No, I mean... like... I don't know. People here just seem like they need to talk. I haven't seen any recreation events planned. Where I interned they did a karaoke night every other week. It was fun. People behaved better. The patients that are hiding would probably come out if we played some music." There was the problem. She had skipped breakfast, and had been taking so long getting her duties done she had missed her lunch break. She was on two pain killers on a totally empty stomach. She stumbled a little as her back began to relax a little more.
"I took a couple muscle relaxers for my back, they can make me really dizzy." Nancy shook her head, trying to clear it. "Sorry. What was I saying?"
"No, I don't think so. Probably just some house keeping stuff. You know, paperwork. Budgets. What do you mean missing patients?" Oh dear, there was the loose tongue the pain killers gave her. She needed to stop herself talking.
"I mean, some patients have gone home, sure. But I don't think the patients are missing. Maybe hiding." Let's be honest, Nancy had sensed things were strange here. Everyone was on edge. Like... everyone. More so than at a normal hospital. Some patients tended to distrust the nurses, the orderlies, the guards, sure. That was normal. But here it seemed like all of the patients held grudges against the staff.
"Like a civil war is going to break out." She found herself saying out loud.
"No, I mean... like... I don't know. People here just seem like they need to talk. I haven't seen any recreation events planned. Where I interned they did a karaoke night every other week. It was fun. People behaved better. The patients that are hiding would probably come out if we played some music." There was the problem. She had skipped breakfast, and had been taking so long getting her duties done she had missed her lunch break. She was on two pain killers on a totally empty stomach. She stumbled a little as her back began to relax a little more.
"I took a couple muscle relaxers for my back, they can make me really dizzy." Nancy shook her head, trying to clear it. "Sorry. What was I saying?"
"Dammit!" Hazel growled. "Keep hold of him!" She said to Haley. Hazel dropped Amos's body at the top of the stairs. He was already concussed, and better concussed than dead she resolved.
Amos' rifle was slung over her back. She swung it around and grabbed it in her right hand, the shopping bag still hanging off of her shoulder and bouncing off of her hip. She pulled back the bolt back, mimicking Amos' movements she had seen several times earlier that night. She fired the rifle, hoping there were enough bullets left. She didn't know how many were in there or how many had been fired.
She was really angry. The Tartok was in the way of the attic, and even if she drove it back, would that be enough to give them time to get into the attic? Was there even anyone left up there?
She fired the rifle, trying to buy enough time to figure out if it was worth it to try to get to the attic or if there was anywhere else she and Haley could hide. And Courtney, too, of course, so long as she survived being manhandled by the Tartok.
Amos' rifle was slung over her back. She swung it around and grabbed it in her right hand, the shopping bag still hanging off of her shoulder and bouncing off of her hip. She pulled back the bolt back, mimicking Amos' movements she had seen several times earlier that night. She fired the rifle, hoping there were enough bullets left. She didn't know how many were in there or how many had been fired.
She was really angry. The Tartok was in the way of the attic, and even if she drove it back, would that be enough to give them time to get into the attic? Was there even anyone left up there?
She fired the rifle, trying to buy enough time to figure out if it was worth it to try to get to the attic or if there was anywhere else she and Haley could hide. And Courtney, too, of course, so long as she survived being manhandled by the Tartok.
Nancy sighed audibly. She had not wanted to admit she needed to go to the infirmary. She had kept her back issues from causing any real issue so far in her job here, but this time it couldn't be helped.
She shook her head to the offer of aligning her back. She was terrified of chiropractors, probably because of how painful seeing one when she was out of the hospital had been. She hadn't been back to one since.
"No, thank you. I should probably just get myself to the infirmary." She tried to stand again from the position she was in, but it was no good. Even when she took Sasha's hand her muscles just wouldn't allow her to move that way. Slowly, she turned herself to the right and got her knees underneath her. Her breath was coming in a little easier now. She could feel the pills starting their slow work. Shakily, and using Sasha's hand for support, she got herself to her feet.
"I would really appreciate you helping me get to the infirmary. Thank you." She said, looking up. She didn't know how it would be taken for her to show up to the infirmary with a patient not to get him admitted, but for herself. Some of the nurses here were rather harsh, and she was afraid they would find some way of getting her into trouble for it.
Mind, if she didn't go to the infirmary and went to the nurses' station as late as she was, she would still end up in trouble. At least if there was a witness showing how she couldn't move properly, they might not take disciplinary action.
She shook her head to the offer of aligning her back. She was terrified of chiropractors, probably because of how painful seeing one when she was out of the hospital had been. She hadn't been back to one since.
"No, thank you. I should probably just get myself to the infirmary." She tried to stand again from the position she was in, but it was no good. Even when she took Sasha's hand her muscles just wouldn't allow her to move that way. Slowly, she turned herself to the right and got her knees underneath her. Her breath was coming in a little easier now. She could feel the pills starting their slow work. Shakily, and using Sasha's hand for support, she got herself to her feet.
"I would really appreciate you helping me get to the infirmary. Thank you." She said, looking up. She didn't know how it would be taken for her to show up to the infirmary with a patient not to get him admitted, but for herself. Some of the nurses here were rather harsh, and she was afraid they would find some way of getting her into trouble for it.
Mind, if she didn't go to the infirmary and went to the nurses' station as late as she was, she would still end up in trouble. At least if there was a witness showing how she couldn't move properly, they might not take disciplinary action.
Hazel snarled down at Haley. "Keep moving. Just go faster." Hazel picked up her pace, trying to get Amos to the attic. He was the only one who knew what was going on, one of the only ones who felt confident fighting this thing off. Hazel didn't think her bravado would last through the night if Amos was eaten by the Tartok, and since everyone else seemed to have a habit of running off, she didn't think they'd last if there wasn't someone who tried to fight.
"FASTER!" She hissed, trying not to draw the attention of the Tartok. Whoever was down there with it was armed and had no problem using the weapon. They would have to handle it on their own.
"Which way is the attic? Do you know?"
"FASTER!" She hissed, trying not to draw the attention of the Tartok. Whoever was down there with it was armed and had no problem using the weapon. They would have to handle it on their own.
"Which way is the attic? Do you know?"
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@Xeron I understand about procrastination. Just get the post up when you can. We're waiting on a couple other players to post, too. I'm just trying to keep things interesting so it doesn't falter off between the posts. I might start putting up some teasers about the upcoming... adventures. ;D
@Xeron I understand about procrastination. Just get the post up when you can. We're waiting on a couple other players to post, too. I'm just trying to keep things interesting so it doesn't falter off between the posts. I might start putting up some teasers about the upcoming... adventures. ;D
Nancy glanced up at the voice, jumping a tiny bit and sending new waves of pain up her back. His footfalls had been so quiet she hadn't heard them. That, or the pain meds were kicking in. But probably the former. The meds hadn't even touched the pain yet, they needed a few more minutes to work.
Great. It was one of the arguers. The worst one. She had seen one of his outbursts before, had actually been the cause of the last one if she understood the issue properly. She wouldn't let him leave the cafeteria without taking his pills, back when she was trying to streamline the prescription process by keeping everyone in the cafeteria until they took their meds. Now she just settled into the way it had been before- if people skipped the pill line, then the nurses had to hand deliver the pills. At first she had hated doing it, thinking it wasted time and energy, but it was so much easier that she soon completely gave up on changing that process.
Nancy eyed Sasha warily, unsure of what he intended to do. Did he hold a grudge against her for calling the guards on him when he wouldn't take his pills? She had tried to make it up to him later, feeling she had gotten off to a bad start, but she got nervous and chickened out at the last minute. He was so big.
He looked concerned, though, and she hadn't had any issue with him since. She still felt guilty about not apologizing to him, though.
"I'll be fine. Just a little back pain. No big deal." She tried to stand, felt the way her muscles were reacting, and thought better of it, lowering herself back to the ground. In the pediatric ward of the hospital, Nancy remember being made to walk up and down the halls in the back brace as part of her physical therapy. The doctors told her that her spine was mostly healed, but she could still swear she felt the bones crunching as she moved. She was terrified that something she would do would cause her spine to break completely, leaving her unable to move ever again. She knew this wasn't going to happen now, not so many years after the wreck when she could do most things perfectly well. But when the pain starting slicing through her like it was now, those old fears always came back, no matter how unreasonable they were."
"Just an old back injury acting up." She tried smiling up at the Russian man through the furrowed brows she couldn't ever hide when her pain started really acting up. "Just had to take a moment. How are you feeling? Did you need something?"
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Great. It was one of the arguers. The worst one. She had seen one of his outbursts before, had actually been the cause of the last one if she understood the issue properly. She wouldn't let him leave the cafeteria without taking his pills, back when she was trying to streamline the prescription process by keeping everyone in the cafeteria until they took their meds. Now she just settled into the way it had been before- if people skipped the pill line, then the nurses had to hand deliver the pills. At first she had hated doing it, thinking it wasted time and energy, but it was so much easier that she soon completely gave up on changing that process.
Nancy eyed Sasha warily, unsure of what he intended to do. Did he hold a grudge against her for calling the guards on him when he wouldn't take his pills? She had tried to make it up to him later, feeling she had gotten off to a bad start, but she got nervous and chickened out at the last minute. He was so big.
He looked concerned, though, and she hadn't had any issue with him since. She still felt guilty about not apologizing to him, though.
"I'll be fine. Just a little back pain. No big deal." She tried to stand, felt the way her muscles were reacting, and thought better of it, lowering herself back to the ground. In the pediatric ward of the hospital, Nancy remember being made to walk up and down the halls in the back brace as part of her physical therapy. The doctors told her that her spine was mostly healed, but she could still swear she felt the bones crunching as she moved. She was terrified that something she would do would cause her spine to break completely, leaving her unable to move ever again. She knew this wasn't going to happen now, not so many years after the wreck when she could do most things perfectly well. But when the pain starting slicing through her like it was now, those old fears always came back, no matter how unreasonable they were."
"Just an old back injury acting up." She tried smiling up at the Russian man through the furrowed brows she couldn't ever hide when her pain started really acting up. "Just had to take a moment. How are you feeling? Did you need something?"
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