Nightshift 25: Patients' Library
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...and into the library. Of course, it was only after he had shut the door behind himself and fished his flashlight out that he realized his error.
"....fuck."
How had he missed the right door? Sure, it had been dark, but he wasn't THAT useless when he had to rely on his other senses, was he? Bitterly he fished the map out again and attempted to locate the error.
"Oh. Three doors, not two." He refused to acknowledge that the wall also would have curved had he been heading to the right door; no point in making this mistake seem anymore asinine than it already way. Well, might as well try and make some good out of finding this room. What could he gain from a library?
He approached an aisle and shined his light over the spines, taking note of a few titles. "Lemegeton, Book 1 Clavicula Salomonis Regis","The Oxford Book of English Verse", "These Are My Rivers (New and Selected Poems)"...
Yeah, like he had time to sit down and snuggle up with a book. Most of the titles implied that they were books that took effort anyhow, and even more were probably about people he knew personally and would have just as soon forgotten about. That was the trouble with the other Fables; they kept popping up in his life, whether by their own volition or Mundy happenstance.
His flashlight crossed over another book: "English Fairy Tales".
"Hm." A plan was already forming in Jack's brain. He seethed and glanced down at his injuries. They still hadn't disappeared. Perhaps he just needed to spread his stories around a bit. He grabbed the book off the shelf, flipping to the appendix.
"'Jack'...what are all the stories with 'Jack' in them,..." He mused, reading with a bemused smirk. If this worked, there were going to be some changes around here...
...and into the library. Of course, it was only after he had shut the door behind himself and fished his flashlight out that he realized his error.
"....fuck."
How had he missed the right door? Sure, it had been dark, but he wasn't THAT useless when he had to rely on his other senses, was he? Bitterly he fished the map out again and attempted to locate the error.
"Oh. Three doors, not two." He refused to acknowledge that the wall also would have curved had he been heading to the right door; no point in making this mistake seem anymore asinine than it already way. Well, might as well try and make some good out of finding this room. What could he gain from a library?
He approached an aisle and shined his light over the spines, taking note of a few titles. "Lemegeton, Book 1 Clavicula Salomonis Regis","The Oxford Book of English Verse", "These Are My Rivers (New and Selected Poems)"...
Yeah, like he had time to sit down and snuggle up with a book. Most of the titles implied that they were books that took effort anyhow, and even more were probably about people he knew personally and would have just as soon forgotten about. That was the trouble with the other Fables; they kept popping up in his life, whether by their own volition or Mundy happenstance.
His flashlight crossed over another book: "English Fairy Tales".
"Hm." A plan was already forming in Jack's brain. He seethed and glanced down at his injuries. They still hadn't disappeared. Perhaps he just needed to spread his stories around a bit. He grabbed the book off the shelf, flipping to the appendix.
"'Jack'...what are all the stories with 'Jack' in them,..." He mused, reading with a bemused smirk. If this worked, there were going to be some changes around here...