FTEC, Thursday Night Shift, March 13
Okay, it was pretty difficult to freak Doogie out. As much as the plague had gotten him worked up and worried, it hadn't made him lose his mind as much as the current statue situation. He'd had to resist the urge to turn in circles as he made his way to the clinic, knowing he'd be too dizzy to function when he got there. In the end, he just booked it, collapsing into a chair once he got inside.