Day 53: Intercom, Dawn

[damned_intercom]

Although the day was sunny and warm, there seemed to be a strange tension within the walls of Landel's Institute. The nurses seemed a little more on-edge than usual, and they were already bustling to-and-fro in the hallways before the Head Doctor even made his announcement. It seemed that they'd all been roused early today by Nurse Lydia - but for

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M8

[godsajoke]

She was still there, in all of her mighty-busted Nurse Ratched glory. She was still there and reaching for him while making weird, not-at-all reassuring noises with her tongue, and Chuck had never thought he would think this about any woman, but. Her boobs were scaring him. "Now, now, Mr. Riordan! There's no need for all the theatrics! I know you're quite the imaginative type, but you're safe here and we're going to take real good care of you."

Her smiled widened.

Toothily.

That was never good.

Not good at all.

Chuck swallowed. His hand reached up and started nervously scratching at the juncture between neck and shoulder. "Um... I think there's been some mistake. My name's not Riordan, okay, I have no idea what I'm doing here, and honestly?" He paused for a second, seeing her smile widen even further, and swallowed again. "This isn't funny. Can we just... skip to the end? I'll pay you whatever they did." If it wasn't a dream, it had to be a joke.

A really elaborate, expensive joke, complete with a trained, really convincing Nurse Ratched and a room that... really, really looked like a white room. That made perfect sense. They'd probably chipped in together to do this for... his birthday.

Even though it wasn't for another seven months.

The nurse clucked, forcing another twitch from Chuck. "Now now, what have I told you about bribes? I'm not some sort of prison guard, I'm here to help you get control of that imagination of yours! Now let's take you to breakfast. You know you'll feel much better once you've eaten." With that, she took a step toward him. It was an obvious threat. Come down or be taken down.

Chuck began to wonder what his characters--what Sam and Dean--would do in this situation.

Attack the nurse and roll out the bravado, probably. Act cool and be cool. Nurse Ratched wouldn't bother them.

His throat was really dry.

But if it was a joke (And please, please, please let it be a joke), he had to play along or it would never be over. Very slowly, Chuck climbed down from the bed and hesitantly approached the nurse, stopping as far away from her as possible while maintaining the appearance of compliance. "Okay." He forced a smile. "I'm sure breakfast is... delicious."

That got him an even wider, toothier grin and a cold hand on his elbow, guiding him out the door.

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