Nightshift 38: M81-90 Hallway

[toxicspiderman]

Well-behaved. Fuck that noise. An image sprung briefly to mind -- Tess, wandering around in the old kitchen, pre-morning caffeine, in flannel pants and a T-shirt reading "Well-behaved women seldom make history" in letters that were slowly peeling off. He'd offered her coffee and she'd about taken his head off. Some sort of detox crap about

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[From M84, after Bats has left]

[ol_canucklehead]

Logan awoke to find himself hanging half-out of his bed. Before he could get his bearings, his initial surprise caused him to lose his balance and fall, painfully, onto the floor. Cursing, he slowly rose to his knees, one hand instinctively massaging the bandages around his midriff. Dammit, he cursed again. Another day los'. Why does this keep happenin'?!? If he had but one solid theory to work on, such as keeping the more 'violent' patients subdued for parts of the day, he might feel less confused about it. But as far as he could tell, the occurence was completely random, and affected a wide variety of patients.

Slowly getting to his feet, the mutant stretched a little, careful not to overdo it. It seemed his abdomen was in far better condition than it had been, could feel the scar tissue beginning to form across the vicious wound Venom had dealt him. But he still wasn't inclined to push himself too far. Likewise, he decided that the eye bandage should remain in place for now, not least of all for the fact that the wound probably looked pretty gruesome right about now.

His roommate had already left; maybe he had tried to wake Logan and failed, or maybe Logan had been dumped in the room after he'd left. The latter seemed unlikely. Perhaps then 'Bruce' just had other plans. Fair enough. There was no point hanging around here himself, even if the rest would do him good. He had to get out there; the beast wouldn't have it any other way.

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