Nightshift 36: Main Hallway, 2-West
[from here]No one else appeared to be in the hallway. It should've been good news, but Archer still found it disconcerting. There were usually other patients around by now, but he couldn't be certain. His sense of time felt off in this place
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Okay, maybe not.
But that was far closer to Gotham than she'd expected. With the wacky regulations and the excessive number of Japanese people (who didn't look at all Japanese), it might not have surprised her if she wasn't even in America anymore. ...Though thinking on that, it'd be hard to be anywhere but the east coast, seeing as she'd been transferred in only one night.
If she hadn't been moved far, then surely it wouldn't be difficult to track her to this new location. ...If they really wanted to find her that was.
It all clicked in her mind right then. Nothing made any sense at all if she assumed people were actually looking for her, if people wanted her back. If people needed her. But if they abandoned her, everything fell into place. Even the doctors who'd sworn to help her and the town she'd lived in for so long didn't want her anymore. Why else would she have been transferred. It made sense. It all made sense. No one wanted her anymore!
The excessive emotions of terror, shock, and hopelessness were not doing anything to help quell the sedatives in her body. She might as well have run a marathon because her mind and vision was swirling all over again. She let out a whimper similar to what a 5-year-old might give when about to start crying. Harley reached a hand out toward the wall again to try and steady herself, but touched nothing but air, stumbling a step.
"No... They..." Her other hand grabbed at Crane's arm as best it could while still holding an object, mainly for stability's sake. Harley turned that cornered mouse look up at Crane, looking about ready to explode. "They left me? They really left me here? No one's... even my puddin'? After everything... I..." Her voice suddenly choked back a second. "Everyone's leaving me here?! They're not coming for me?! They don't... they don't care?"
In about twenty seconds, Harley was either going to throw the biggest temper tantrum physically possible in her condition (and likely collapse) or Crane was going to have a heart-broken girl bawling her eyes out on his shirt.
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