Night 47: M41-M50 Hallway

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McCoy listened to that crackling intercom with some concern. A "Mr. Radio?", "P.A.I.L.?" Coupled along with the smugness and that cackling, he had to say it sounded like this head Doctor had gone off the deep end himself long ago. Somehow it made sense. Only a mad man could conjure up all this

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M44

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Claude had heard a lot of announcements since the day he first woke up in Landel's, but, aside from those horrid sounds he'd listened to that night the I.R.I.S. system went crazy, none of them made his stomach turn as much as that one had. It was hard to pin-point why, exactly, but he had a feeling it had to do with that grotesque noise that had responded when Landel spoke to Nurse Lydia. Did most of the staff here turn into monsters against their will or something?

He swallowed hard and made himself start preparing for nightshift. Normally he liked to get ready during dinner, but he'd gotten distracted by Tylor's unexpected presence. Not for the first time he thought of Rey, and whether he was all right, but he forced himself to push that aside for the time being. It wasn't like he and Rey had even been that close. But still...it was unnerving to see so many roommates come and go, knowing that it was only a small representation of the larger portion of patients who came and went within a matter of days.

It made him wonder why it was that he still managed to stick around after all this time, but Claude wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if some people managed to come back after disappearing, he had a feeling that wherever they went couldn't have been good. At least some do come back, though, he reminded himself as he pulled his shirt over his head and reached for his jacket. That knowledge was definitely something to cling onto when times were tough.

Once he was dressed, he reached for his flashlight and sword. Man, Guy was probably waiting for him already. He needed to get going.

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