Nightshift 44: M111-M120 Hallway
The vampire found leaving his roommate behind an easy process with the insistence that the patient rooms remained a safe haven. It became even easier when the unlocked door gave him access to freedom - clean, though a bit bleachy, air mostly devoid of blood and burned flesh and the revolting remains of whatever meal his nurse had decided to grace him with. He hadn't even looked at the plate of food; it didn't matter what sort it was. To him, food was all a wet, globbed substance that crawled down his throat with a sloth's pace and brought the venom in his stomach to a boil.
This air was a relief.
His relief fell short when the door closed behind him, enveloping him in darkness. Edward was... at a loss. What was he supposed to do? He was lacking a very important quality at the moment: initiative. He could map out the surrounding area, perhaps, though it seemed maps were in high supply here. With the loss of his center, he was simply a free-falling body.
A look to the left, a look to the right. Did direction really matter? One was a dead-end, so...
Deciding on the right, he began his slow progress through the hallway, rubbing two cold fingers on the bandages wrapping his arm.
[To here.]
This air was a relief.
His relief fell short when the door closed behind him, enveloping him in darkness. Edward was... at a loss. What was he supposed to do? He was lacking a very important quality at the moment: initiative. He could map out the surrounding area, perhaps, though it seemed maps were in high supply here. With the loss of his center, he was simply a free-falling body.
A look to the left, a look to the right. Did direction really matter? One was a dead-end, so...
Deciding on the right, he began his slow progress through the hallway, rubbing two cold fingers on the bandages wrapping his arm.
[To here.]