Day 32: Intercom, Dawn

[damned_intercom]

The sky was slightly cloudly as the sun began to rise into the sky, but not enough to put a damper on the Head Doctor's daytime mood. The sound of him humming the intercom jingle came on just as the jingle itself ended, and he paused as he realized his silly antics had been caught on the microphone

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[lost_turkey]

The door opened and a nurse walked in, a bright smile on her face as she glanced down at the clipboard in her hand. “Hello there, Mr. Connor,” she said, making him flinch at the name. He'd been running from it for so long that he half expected a Terminator to appear at the mere mention of it. John held his breath for a moment, waiting for the other shoe to drop and watching the nurse closely.

But it didn't seem as if the nurse needed confirmation. Her smile turned a little sad as she looked down at the clipboard, clicking her tongue as she muttered something about the problem with the world today that kids do such horrible things. John wanted to ask what it was she meant but she looked up swiftly after making a small note on the clipboard with her pen and the bright smile was back, plastered on her face.

“Well, Mr. Connor, it seems as though you've arrived just in time for breakfast. I'm sure you're hungry. Why don't you come with me and I can show you to the cafeteria?”

John didn't see how he had much of a choice in the matter. Still, if this was a hospital, perhaps they'd let him call his Mom or at least find out where his Mom was being kept. If he was in the crazy house he didn't think it was much of a stretch that his Mother ended up in the same place. “I can make a phone call here, can't I?” he asked, following the nurse as she walked out of his room. But she didn't seem to hear him which made John frown. It was one thing to be called crazy, it was another thing to be completely ignored.

“Hey,” he shouted at her, needing to jog to keep up with her swift pace. “Hey! Look, if I can't make a phone call then at least tell me what happened to my Mom? Where...”

“Here we are,” the nurse said brightly, opening the doors to the cafeteria. “I have other patients to greet so why don't you go inside and grab a tray. It's Belgian waffle day.”

John scowled at her, opening his mouth to once again ask for information about his Mom but she had already turned and left, leaving him alone in front of the cafeteria. This was not turning out to be a very good day. “So much for cake and singing Happy Birthday,” he grumbled, walking through the doors. “I get a one way ticket to the crazy shack. Happy Birthday to me.”