five. voice.
[The feeds snaps on to a hurried conversation in low voices. One voice in particular -- male, possibly familiar -- occasionally rises above the others. He doesn't care about maintaining a polite volume. About staving off panic.]
I know what I saw! I'm not a fucking psychotic!
[More voices running on top of each other. Somewhere near the communicator speakers, there's the scratch of a pen on paper. Katurian redoubles his grip on the communicator and for a moment, the palm of his hand covers the speakers and dulls all the other sounds. He pulls it to his mouth.]
She's in the hospital. Dr. Angelica Einstellsehn-- [He pronounces each syllable carefully.] -- is alive, and she is in the hospital. No one seems to know this. No one seems to have noticed--
[Beat. Murmured conversation. Then:]
Of course, I'm telling them! What kind of person do you think I am?! I can't sit by and let this happen. I won't. I refuse.
I know what I saw! I'm not a fucking psychotic!
[More voices running on top of each other. Somewhere near the communicator speakers, there's the scratch of a pen on paper. Katurian redoubles his grip on the communicator and for a moment, the palm of his hand covers the speakers and dulls all the other sounds. He pulls it to his mouth.]
She's in the hospital. Dr. Angelica Einstellsehn-- [He pronounces each syllable carefully.] -- is alive, and she is in the hospital. No one seems to know this. No one seems to have noticed--
[Beat. Murmured conversation. Then:]
Of course, I'm telling them! What kind of person do you think I am?! I can't sit by and let this happen. I won't. I refuse.