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Nancy's brow furrowed. That was exactly what he had told her- that something was weird here, and that things were dangerous. Sure that was patient talk... but then why did Joshua word's echo Sasha's, about staying cautious and keeping her wits about her? People kept telling her how odd this place was... of course it was! It was on an island for crying out loud! She had thought the job posting was for movie extras at first. But this was the first time she had heard them from two totally different demographics of people within the space of only a couple hours.
"I highly doubt I'm in some kind of bad position. They like me now, but I haven't had to restrain any of them, or follow through on a procedure they don't want. Once I have to do that, I bet they won't trust me anymore." It was a sad thought, but true. "Besides, what's so bad about the patients trusting me? That's kind of what nurses strive for. Until they get burnt out, anyway."
They were nearly to the cafeteria by now and Nancy happened to glance through the door they were passing- the door into the recreation room. Xander and Sasha were in there, talking. Another patient she hadn't dealt with too much- Jocylin? Joanne? Something with a J- was playing checkers with Xander. She was glad there was something for them to do.
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"I highly doubt I'm in some kind of bad position. They like me now, but I haven't had to restrain any of them, or follow through on a procedure they don't want. Once I have to do that, I bet they won't trust me anymore." It was a sad thought, but true. "Besides, what's so bad about the patients trusting me? That's kind of what nurses strive for. Until they get burnt out, anyway."
They were nearly to the cafeteria by now and Nancy happened to glance through the door they were passing- the door into the recreation room. Xander and Sasha were in there, talking. Another patient she hadn't dealt with too much- Jocylin? Joanne? Something with a J- was playing checkers with Xander. She was glad there was something for them to do.
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Hazel sighed. This was all ridiculous. This whole situation. Even situations within the situation. How could anyone think Paulie was alive? Sure, no one saw him die, no one saw his body, and Hazel had seen enough horror movies to think that was enough room for doubt, but this wasn't a movie. Plot twists like that weren't a thing.
"No one thinks you wanted this, Mark. I don't blame you, at least." Hazel threw part of her blanket over his shoulders and shared it with him, trying to comfort him. Of everyone, this had to be the worst for him. The guilt he must be feeling had to be terrible.
"We'll make it through, no one else will get hurt, and things will go back to normal."
"No one thinks you wanted this, Mark. I don't blame you, at least." Hazel threw part of her blanket over his shoulders and shared it with him, trying to comfort him. Of everyone, this had to be the worst for him. The guilt he must be feeling had to be terrible.
"We'll make it through, no one else will get hurt, and things will go back to normal."
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All at once the last thing Sasha said to her came back. Don't tell anyone I said these things to you; it'll just get us both in trouble. What kind of trouble?
Nancy could have kicked herself. The meds made her way too mouthy. She would have to work on that.
Nancy tried to get herself out of the hole she had just dug. "I just think he's having trouble adjusting. He hasn't been here as long as some others, I know. But I think he's feeling cooped up. Antsy, you know? I wish there was some program we offered here to allow patients some time outside. I know this is a military hospital and a lot of these people have triggers and probably know confidential information, so I get why we're secluded. I just wish they could blow off some steam. Might be good for them."
She hoped she was convincing enough. She hated being lied to, so she made a habit of not lying herself. Was this a lie? It wasn't the information she had first brought up, but those thoughts weren't necessarily false. She did think those things.
"I wonder if I put together a proposal if I could get something new started here. You know, increase the quality of life inside."
Nancy could have kicked herself. The meds made her way too mouthy. She would have to work on that.
Nancy tried to get herself out of the hole she had just dug. "I just think he's having trouble adjusting. He hasn't been here as long as some others, I know. But I think he's feeling cooped up. Antsy, you know? I wish there was some program we offered here to allow patients some time outside. I know this is a military hospital and a lot of these people have triggers and probably know confidential information, so I get why we're secluded. I just wish they could blow off some steam. Might be good for them."
She hoped she was convincing enough. She hated being lied to, so she made a habit of not lying herself. Was this a lie? It wasn't the information she had first brought up, but those thoughts weren't necessarily false. She did think those things.
"I wonder if I put together a proposal if I could get something new started here. You know, increase the quality of life inside."
Hazel pulled her boots off, hesitant to lose the warmth they offered. She grabbed the blanket rope and untied one of them to wrap herself in. She went to turn off her phone, but found it wasn't in her pocket. She muttered another curse- she normally didn't swear this much. The phone must have fallen out of her pocket while she was running around downstairs.
Oh well. If it went off by some strange turn of events, it would only distract the Tartok.
She swung the blanket over her shoulders, toying with the idea of untying several for everyone else, but she quickly discarded it. She was done being helpful. Maybe she was being too spiteful.
She went and sat next to Mark.
"How are you holding up?" She asked quietly.
Oh well. If it went off by some strange turn of events, it would only distract the Tartok.
She swung the blanket over her shoulders, toying with the idea of untying several for everyone else, but she quickly discarded it. She was done being helpful. Maybe she was being too spiteful.
She went and sat next to Mark.
"How are you holding up?" She asked quietly.
She sipped at her water quietly while he spoke and the music played. It was a beautiful song, one she had never heard before. She didn't think she had heard these performers before. She could understand what he meant about pride. It was something she had often accused him of in the letters she had written and thrown away. This song felt exactly the way some of those letters had felt.
"I heard them making fun of you. I never said anything. I just assumed you didn't care." She had never thought anything bothered him. She had sometimes thought it was her fault for being so not noticing things, for being so blinded by her own extreme shyness and thus never being able to see anyone else's. Honestly, how could anyone be more shy than she was?
The waitress came back. "What would you like to order?"
"Strawberry waffles, please." Cailey smiled at the waitress. She really was new if she didn't know Cailey's regular order. She looked back at Alex- no, Gabe. He said he went by Gabe now. She had stubbornly been sticking with Alex out of habit, but also in an attempt to annoy him.
She hadn't decided if she was done with that just yet.
"Old habits die hard." She said in reference to her order- probably just about the only thing he had ever heard her order in this place. She was about to stand and put on some new songs at the jukebox, but the net songs that automatically began were Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. She couldn't bring herself to turn that off, so she let Runnin' Down a Dream keep playing. Maybe something more energetic was what they needed.
"Anyway, I guess my day was busy. I practiced. Auditions are soon. I've not gone out for a play before, only choirs and solos. After years of singing show tunes in the shower, I figure it's time to try it for real. Look." She pulled out the libretto for The Dolls of New Albion from her bag. "It's about four generations in this steampunk city where the dead are brought back to life and put into mechanical dolls." Music always made her feel more comfortable. Even changing the subject to music made it easier for her to talk, and this was easily the most she had said to him since they had been reunited. Even when angry at someone, if they started talking about music she wouldn't be able to help it- she would get excited and some of the anger would melt away, even if only for the duration of the conversation.
"I heard them making fun of you. I never said anything. I just assumed you didn't care." She had never thought anything bothered him. She had sometimes thought it was her fault for being so not noticing things, for being so blinded by her own extreme shyness and thus never being able to see anyone else's. Honestly, how could anyone be more shy than she was?
The waitress came back. "What would you like to order?"
"Strawberry waffles, please." Cailey smiled at the waitress. She really was new if she didn't know Cailey's regular order. She looked back at Alex- no, Gabe. He said he went by Gabe now. She had stubbornly been sticking with Alex out of habit, but also in an attempt to annoy him.
She hadn't decided if she was done with that just yet.
"Old habits die hard." She said in reference to her order- probably just about the only thing he had ever heard her order in this place. She was about to stand and put on some new songs at the jukebox, but the net songs that automatically began were Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. She couldn't bring herself to turn that off, so she let Runnin' Down a Dream keep playing. Maybe something more energetic was what they needed.
"Anyway, I guess my day was busy. I practiced. Auditions are soon. I've not gone out for a play before, only choirs and solos. After years of singing show tunes in the shower, I figure it's time to try it for real. Look." She pulled out the libretto for The Dolls of New Albion from her bag. "It's about four generations in this steampunk city where the dead are brought back to life and put into mechanical dolls." Music always made her feel more comfortable. Even changing the subject to music made it easier for her to talk, and this was easily the most she had said to him since they had been reunited. Even when angry at someone, if they started talking about music she wouldn't be able to help it- she would get excited and some of the anger would melt away, even if only for the duration of the conversation.
Dr. Brennan smiled at Jocilyn when their eyes met. She had just seen the text message from Dr. Greene. How appropriate.
I'll get started. She texted back.
She was concerned about Sasha, though. She hadn't anticipated Dr. Green choosing him yet. She thought she had time to prepare him. She would have to play her cards properly about him. She respected Dr. Greene a great deal. He had wonderful ideas and could find connections between things at such an amazing rate that she couldn't help but admire him. Despite all of that, she was still sure he moved a little too rapidly, not allowing the body enough time to adjust to the steps they had to take to make these experiments work. She didn't want her pet wheeled into the elevator.
She made some notes on her clipboard and exited the recreation room. She needed to think of a way to get Sasha into her facilities sooner rather than later. Playing slow wasn't going to be an option anymore.
Davenport and Jocilyn had been listed first. She would go in that order.
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Nancy sighed and nodded, her afternoon for rest officially over. She left the infirmary and followed Joshua and Ichi to the cafeteria. Maybe Xander needed to take a prescription with dinner- she stopped herself. No. She wouldn't even be assisting with the pill line, she would be helping in the kitchen.
"It should be grilled chicken day." Nancy offered, making a boring attempt at making conversation. She shook her head and changed the subject.
"Do you know the patient named Sasha? He put up one hell of a fight last time he was supposed to take any medications, so I just kind of assumed he was one of the problem patients. He's the one who found me in the hallway and helped me get to the infirmary. He was really nice. But he had some weird ideas about this place. I'm kind of worried about him. Have you dealt with him at all?"
I'll get started. She texted back.
She was concerned about Sasha, though. She hadn't anticipated Dr. Green choosing him yet. She thought she had time to prepare him. She would have to play her cards properly about him. She respected Dr. Greene a great deal. He had wonderful ideas and could find connections between things at such an amazing rate that she couldn't help but admire him. Despite all of that, she was still sure he moved a little too rapidly, not allowing the body enough time to adjust to the steps they had to take to make these experiments work. She didn't want her pet wheeled into the elevator.
She made some notes on her clipboard and exited the recreation room. She needed to think of a way to get Sasha into her facilities sooner rather than later. Playing slow wasn't going to be an option anymore.
Davenport and Jocilyn had been listed first. She would go in that order.
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Nancy sighed and nodded, her afternoon for rest officially over. She left the infirmary and followed Joshua and Ichi to the cafeteria. Maybe Xander needed to take a prescription with dinner- she stopped herself. No. She wouldn't even be assisting with the pill line, she would be helping in the kitchen.
"It should be grilled chicken day." Nancy offered, making a boring attempt at making conversation. She shook her head and changed the subject.
"Do you know the patient named Sasha? He put up one hell of a fight last time he was supposed to take any medications, so I just kind of assumed he was one of the problem patients. He's the one who found me in the hallway and helped me get to the infirmary. He was really nice. But he had some weird ideas about this place. I'm kind of worried about him. Have you dealt with him at all?"
Hazel shut her mouth. Amos was right. Instead of letting more of her frustration spill out, she fished the first aid kit out of the bag she had brought from the kitchen and one of the frozen items and made her way to Amos.
"Here." She flipped open the kit and pulled out wipes for him to clean up with. While he did that, she rolled some gauze into cylinders so he could stop whatever bleeding might still be going on.
"Use this for the swelling." She said. Obviously he knew to use the frozen item she was handing him for the swelling. She didn't know why she felt the need to whisper it to him.
"Is anyone else hurt?" he ignored her own bumps and bruises. They were minor enough, though her right wrist was swelling a little bit where the Tartok had grabbed her. Thick bruises were forming there in the shape of the Tartok's hand. She suppressed a shiver.
"Here." She flipped open the kit and pulled out wipes for him to clean up with. While he did that, she rolled some gauze into cylinders so he could stop whatever bleeding might still be going on.
"Use this for the swelling." She said. Obviously he knew to use the frozen item she was handing him for the swelling. She didn't know why she felt the need to whisper it to him.
"Is anyone else hurt?" he ignored her own bumps and bruises. They were minor enough, though her right wrist was swelling a little bit where the Tartok had grabbed her. Thick bruises were forming there in the shape of the Tartok's hand. She suppressed a shiver.
Hazel pulled and strained on the dresser, but it moved much more easily than she thought it would. Perhaps it was the adrenaline. She got the dresser put back generally where it needed to be and ran back to the blanket rope and tugged- maybe a little harder than she needed to.
"Pull me up!" Hazel shouted up, her voice still hoarse. Terrance and Mark heaved and pulled her up. She finally started breathing easier. When she got her breath back, she finally looked around at everyone. James looked devastated, but she couldn't pull up much sympathy, as much as she felt she ought to.
In fact, now that she was up there, her anger started boiling over.
"No. All those times I was calling for help. Thanks for ignoring me." She announced with venom.
"Pull me up!" Hazel shouted up, her voice still hoarse. Terrance and Mark heaved and pulled her up. She finally started breathing easier. When she got her breath back, she finally looked around at everyone. James looked devastated, but she couldn't pull up much sympathy, as much as she felt she ought to.
In fact, now that she was up there, her anger started boiling over.
"No. All those times I was calling for help. Thanks for ignoring me." She announced with venom.
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