Night 45: M101-M110 Hallway

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After finishing his meal, decided talking to his (still in denial) roommate wasn't going to do him much good, and turned to journal in his desk. He figured, if it was so helpful talking to other recovering patients, he could try some self-therapy by just writing about his home and family

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[idontregret]

The second announcement was strange, unexpected. It was as if the head doctor had left the intercom on accidentally while speaking to someone else on staff (and Heath mused that he probably had). What was stranger still, however, was the distinctive click of the door unlocking once he was finished. That wasn't usual, was it?

Heath sat up in bed, watching the door as if it might open at any moment. It would be a nurse, perhaps, come to bring some medication she'd forgotten, or to take their trays away after dinner (and clean up the mess he'd left, in that case). But the door didn't open. He reasoned that he might have simply been hearing things, but he got up to check all the same. Stepping around spilt tempura, the red-head reached the door and turned the knob. It opened, and from the sound of things he wasn't the only one contemplating venturing out.

But why would he do that? He was hungry, yes, but a midnight snack wasn't going to do any more for him than the meals during the day had. It wasn't until he'd already dressed in a robe and slippers, his shirt having been accidentally discarded into his dinner mess, that he realized he'd dressed without thinking about it. He could argue in his head all he wanted, but the truth was that his curiosity was already getting the better of him. A drink of water was all he told himself he needed. It was just a matter of walking down to the bathroom and back, and he might see what was up along the way.

The hallways were dark. Though the lights in the bathroom could probably be switched on, it would be best to have something to light his way there. A brief search through his dresser revealed a flashlight. Had he put that there himself? A faint memory said yes, but he wasn't sure if it could be trusted. Either way, he flipped it on, took one last cautious glance at his roommate, then slipped out the door.

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