Isolation Wing, last medicine run of the night; the latest run, the fewest stops. The med cart, manned by two large male orderlies, makes its way down the hall. It pauses only at the cells of the patients who are restrained and therefore, presumably, require no armed cover or extra bodies. A cell opens, one man goes inside, the other waits in the
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He sees John walk past him though.
"Hey! Let me out. I want out."
His forehead thunks against the thick plastic.
"Plleeeease? With a cherry on top. And.. some apples. And sugar. And just open the door, John."
He sneers at this Englishman who isn't going fast enough.
"Quick. Like a bunny."
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He stares in the small window a second, then unlocks the door.
"Make a move agains' me, sunshine, and I'll tear yer balls off. Now go on. Scarper!"
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Instead he pushes John out of the way. Red hair in a blur straight for... the open door of John's cell. Yay! Finally.
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"What in buggery are you doing? Hell with it. I don't want t'know."
He waves Vivian off, not interested in this madness. He has more important things to worry about, like finding a pack of smokes and getting a change of clothes.
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He then runs back out fully intending to find his way out of this place... right after he finds a gun. One must have priorities if one is to get by in this crazy world.
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"Hope y'choke on it."
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