Nightshift 35: M101-M110 Hallway
[starting in M102]
Matt sat back, staring at the closed door of his room and making no effort to get up and open it. There had been no assignment for him this night, so the urge to get up and do any real exploring just wasn't there. His fingers twisted into the sheets on either side of him.
The fear he'd felt the night before was something he didn't ever want to have to feel again. As far as he was concerned, he wasn't taking a step upstairs if he didn't have to. He wanted to extend that to not taking a step out of his room if he didn't have to, but he knew that wasn't going to slide. He couldn't stay in here all night, even if it was the safest option. He was still nicotine deprived and without anything to keep his mind from wandering. He'd be a twitching mess by the time morning came.
He prepared himself then, grabbing his flashlight, radio, and coat. He'd already changed out of the dress shirt and tie back into the familiar gray and yellow. Moving towards the door, he stuck his head out and checked the hall for other patients before leaving.
After another moment's thought, he returned to his bed for his pillowcase. Face set, he ignored Near's presence as he left the hall. There might be one thing he could do tonight.
[to here]
Matt sat back, staring at the closed door of his room and making no effort to get up and open it. There had been no assignment for him this night, so the urge to get up and do any real exploring just wasn't there. His fingers twisted into the sheets on either side of him.
The fear he'd felt the night before was something he didn't ever want to have to feel again. As far as he was concerned, he wasn't taking a step upstairs if he didn't have to. He wanted to extend that to not taking a step out of his room if he didn't have to, but he knew that wasn't going to slide. He couldn't stay in here all night, even if it was the safest option. He was still nicotine deprived and without anything to keep his mind from wandering. He'd be a twitching mess by the time morning came.
He prepared himself then, grabbing his flashlight, radio, and coat. He'd already changed out of the dress shirt and tie back into the familiar gray and yellow. Moving towards the door, he stuck his head out and checked the hall for other patients before leaving.
After another moment's thought, he returned to his bed for his pillowcase. Face set, he ignored Near's presence as he left the hall. There might be one thing he could do tonight.
[to here]