Night 53: Morgue

[neuepolitik]

[ From here.Ludwig had... not anticipated anything like this. The instant after he and John broke through the door, a rush of cool air met them. The room was frigid, and as Ludwig led the way in, he knew exactly where they were. Weighing stations, beds, tables... and worst of all, those refrigerated cabinets in the walls. This was a morgue, and it

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[you_miss_it]

Everyone seemed to take the blood -- there was no mistaking it for anything else once John had gotten a look at it -- in stride. Those reactions, more than anything else, told John that this was a more or less ordinary thing for Landel's at night.

Well, okay. If that's what it was like, John could deal with that. It wasn't as though he had a lot of other options.

So he stared up at the ceiling and thought things through, methodically. It wasn't a small amount of blood -- and for it to have seeped through the ceiling, there must be more that they couldn't see. Whatever its source, it wasn't likely to be something alive. (Or at least not something still alive.) With what he knew of this place, it didn't seem impossible that a patient might have come to serious harm, hurt or killed by... well... whatever they were.

"What's up there? Is there another floor?"

It was probably too late for a doctor to be of any use, whatever was going on. But if someone was hurt, he couldn't in good conscious just ignore it. Not that the blood, which had now dripped into his hair, was easy to ignore.

[neuepolitik]

The doctor on the table knocked on the ceiling, to which there was no answering sound or the different sound of a body. Perhaps Ludwig had been wrong after all... he wasn't afraid to admit that. But that still begged the question of where the blood was coming from. It had to be from somewhere, and this was quite the large amount to have oozing through the ceiling.

However... now that there was no obvious threat, Ludwig quietly nodded to himself and lowered his flashlight, turning to go through one of the two doors on the far wall. It seemed like the other two would have things well in hand, and if there was useful information to share, they'd likely share it somehow. For Ludwig, it was more important to get back to his mission- considering the silence of the room, if something did happen, he'd certainly hear it.

As he walked along, Ludwig ran his hand through his hair and wiped it off on his shirt- he'd seen enough blood in his life, from a wide variety of horrific sources, that just that alone wasn't going to scare him. Especially when there was no obvious threat with it. As for the question? He shook his head- so far as he knew, there was no third floor, let alone any idea of what was up there. Then again, this was the first time he'd been up to the second floor as well. "I don't know."

[you_miss_it]

There hadn't been stairs up to another level in the stairwell John had come up and there wasn't another floor shown on the map Dean had given him earlier. Not that any of that meant there wasn't another level, but if Ludwig didn't know, either, there wasn't much to go on insofar as checking it out. John stared up, as though he'd catch some clue he'd missed previously, some explanation… But no answers jumped out at him and it wasn't as though the blood stain (or whatever had caused it) was going anywhere.

"May as well keep moving."

John eyed the two doors on the southern wall for a moment before he stepped forward to open the one the other patient hadn't gone through. He walked into the dark.

[To here.]