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rainbowlounge2013-09-06 01:11 pm
rainbowmods) wrote in rainbowlounge2013-09-06 01:11 pm
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The Hospital
The hospital is sterile and sprawling, its hallways and patient rooms painted a glaring white. The floor is made of something hard and shining, and the lights are that peculiar kind of flourescent that makes everyone look ill.
The first floor consists of the lobby (painted a sickly green), an emergency room, and several surgery suites, all stocked with cutting-edge, even futuristic, technology and supplies. There is a cafeteria, though the buffet line is empty; the only consumables seem to be stocked in a line of vending machines along one wall. There are no stairs, only elevators, to the upper floors, which all consist of patient rooms: made beds, glazed windows, dying flowers, and the hard plastic orange chairs that are a constant in hospitals.
The whole building smells like antiseptic and death.
((Please mark your healthcare professionals as such, and enjoy!))
The first floor consists of the lobby (painted a sickly green), an emergency room, and several surgery suites, all stocked with cutting-edge, even futuristic, technology and supplies. There is a cafeteria, though the buffet line is empty; the only consumables seem to be stocked in a line of vending machines along one wall. There are no stairs, only elevators, to the upper floors, which all consist of patient rooms: made beds, glazed windows, dying flowers, and the hard plastic orange chairs that are a constant in hospitals.
The whole building smells like antiseptic and death.
((Please mark your healthcare professionals as such, and enjoy!))
Patient: Simon
Nowhere he recognized.
It was dark, it was...there was a door, he could see the handle dimly, so it wasn't as dark as he'd thought, or his eyes were adjusting, or something.
He pushed himself up and tentatively tried the door.
It opened easily, and he stepped blinking into a much-brighter room. It took a minute for it to resolve around him--not a room, a hallway, in a hospital, people milling around.
Okay. Okay, I'm in a hospital. Something must have happened... He groped back in his memory and found...nothing.
His head didn't hurt, but he found nothing.
Hospital. Nothing in his head, but he was in a hospital, he could find someone to help with that, surely.
He took a deep breath, and slipped along the hallway.
Re: Patient: Simon
She still hadn't ruled out a head injury for herself, but as long as her mind was playing fun little tricks on her, she could at least play along.
"Are you all right?" she asked the man.
Re: Patient: Simon
"I...I'm not sure," he admitted. "I think I may have had an accident, I woke up in that...closet, I think, it was dark, and I don't remember anything before that. But nothing really hurts."