Day 43: Intercom, Morning
Hello! This is I.R.I.S. again, hoping that all of our guests are finding our facilities adequate during your tour. Now, we will be moving everyone who was in the CHAPEL, SUN ROOM to the CAFETERIA, and giving everyone in the free choice between the CHAPEL, SUN ROOM. Of course, if one of our guests would like to remain where they are for further
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The car. Oh, crap.
Claire rubbed her head, trying to remember what happened. She'd been driving off to catch an inmate named Stephen and then...she must have fallen asleep at the wheel (although she didn't remember feeling tired). Was this a hospital? There wasn't any equipment around, not like the last time she'd gotten into an accident. Not that she needed it-- it was the car she was worried about. Maybe if the damage wasn't so bad, she could help pay it off.
She was still going to get killed when she got home, though.
A nurse walked in, interrupting her train of thought. She was looking at her clipboard, not at Claire, and she seemed to be very invested in whatever was written down.
"Now that you're awake, Miss Price, we can take you to the cafeteria if you're at all hungry, but you can also enjoy the Sun Room or Chapel if you wish," now the nurse did look at Claire, peering over her glasses. "It's your choice."
Price was obviously the wrong name, and as Claire looked over the nurse's shoulder at the other bed, she figured it was just a mix up. "It's Bennet, actually," she corrected with the politest smile she could muster after just waking up, "Claire Bennet. And I'm actually feeling fine, I'm not hungry...do you think maybe I could just get my stuff and go home?"
If she left now, maybe she could still salvage the situation. She hadn't been far from where Stephen was hiding out, if she could just catch up to him before it was too late...
The way the nurse was looking at her made it clear she wasn't going anywhere. "You still need time to recover, Miss Price. Please don't make a fuss."
There she went with the wrong name again. She was kind of old, though...maybe she was senile? Claire pouted, weighing her options. She couldn't exactly tell the nurse she didn't need to recover, not from anything.
She relented, sighing. "Alright. But could you tell me which hospital I'm in?"
The nurse seemed a bit pleased Claire wasn't putting up a fight, and guided her out of the room. "This is an Institute, dear," she said, guiding her through the halls to the cafeteria. "Landel's Institute."
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