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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!))
Re: Neurosurgeon: Greg Watson
Still grinning, Zephyr waggled his left hand. "'s nothin'. I just got to wonderin if I could still dislocate my thumb on purpose."
Which he chose to show off to Dr. Watson as well, flapping his loose, crooked, slightly swollen thumb somewhat closer his face than would have been friendly.
"Good news is, I sure can! Bad news? Ah, sure hurts worse'n last time."
Re: Neurosurgeon: Greg Watson
Greg gave him a thoroughly unimpressed look. "My five-year-old knows better than to do that kind of thing," he informed the man. "And I should probably put it back in place for you." Fun, that. Hadn't worked outside the head and spine since he passed his boards, except to do volunteer work, and now some portal or something had conscripted him to put some idiot's thumb back in place.