Night 57: M-B Block Hallway
[From here.]
Some nights, he really did wish something would happen on his way to the men's room. Something big. Something spectacular. Something like an impromptu jazz band with instruments filched from the music room and patients that could actually play real music. Or perhaps he could find a phoenix down. Maybe someone could graffiti up the ( Read more... )
Some nights, he really did wish something would happen on his way to the men's room. Something big. Something spectacular. Something like an impromptu jazz band with instruments filched from the music room and patients that could actually play real music. Or perhaps he could find a phoenix down. Maybe someone could graffiti up the ( Read more... )
While Harvey tried not to think about his past life much these days, seeing Bruce's face meant that it was more or less impossible not to. For that reason he ended up walking down the hall, wondering how a squeaky-clean attorney could end up scarred and burned, walking through a bogus mental institute with an axe in his hand and a gun at his hip.
He probably cut a pretty imposing image, even if he wasn't exactly the most skilled of fighters. Not even close, but he could fire a gun and he could swing an axe and that would get him pretty far in this place. Or so he hoped. The scarring really just added to the whole thing.
Not that there was anyone to comment on it right now, seeing how this hall was empty except for one other patient, a guy with pale hair who looked like he was pretty distracted just by his surroundings. This hallway had reached a level of mediocrity for Harvey, so it was strange to see someone who was taking it all in like it was new.
He might have felt bad for what the guy since he had no idea what was in store for him, but there was no point in being sympathetic when they'd all been through it. Nor did he have the time to. Instead, he moved past the man and headed out the next door.
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