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Night 57: Infirmary
[ from here]For as direct as they were being, Riku understood how much of this section of Landel's remained unexplored. They were so focused on acquiring the drug that it hadn't occurred to them to stop-or, if it had, it was a thought stopped by his frustration with his partner for the night. To think he pushed off some old man because he thought he
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The infirmary was much like any other he'd seen. Or almost like them. It was white, plain and had an obnoxiously fake sky painted on the ceiling. Did people honestly believe such things made patients writhing in pain feel better? Have a look at some fluffy clouds while you're groaning from a bullet wound to the shoulder. If you're lucky, you'll get an infection and die from it so you can join the clouds. Grell glanced up at the ceiling, shrugged, and moved forward, edging around the other two still within the room.
Neither of them seemed to be in the clutches of Death and there were still quite a few of the vials lined up on the table to be had by any intrepid guinea pig to come along next. A closer look at the table revealed it wasn't just vials of liquid, but syringes and little bottles of pills as well. They had a regular chemist's setup here, didn't they? Since the two boys had apparently taken the liquid without an ill (or good) effect, Grell instead plucked a little cup of pills from the table, turning it over in his hand.
"Bottoms up," he declared quietly to no one in particular. Then he tipped the thing back into his mouth and swallowed.
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With a sigh, Grell tossed the cup back onto the table and turned to walk out. As he left, he hefted the chainsaw, no longer caring if people saw him or not. The expected result had not been reached and now all Grell wanted to do was go out and kill something to release this unholy frustration he felt.
[back out here]
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