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Location: Cocytus's Room, Hallway and Cafeteria
Time: Afternoon/evening-ish
Characters: Cocytus and Phlegethon
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
It was not a particularly strange sensation to be waking up in a hospital. Cocytus had done so many, many times in the past. Usually he had been in the staff lounge or his office, though. Only once before had he actually woken up in a bed. Of course, even then it had been as a doctor, just the result of a very busy weekend and no one realizing that he had been in the hospital and on call for over twenty-four hours. Napping on a freshly vacated mattress tends to seem far less morbid after you've been in the business for a while. Whether the business in question happened to be surgical or hereditary hardly mattered.
But yes. That was his mind wandering. The point at the beginning of this entire train of thought had been that it was not a particularly strange sensation to be waking up in a hospital. Rather, the strange part was waking up in a hospital when he was, rather undoubtedly, a patient.
Oddly, there was no machinery - no flashing lights or beeping machines or draining IVs. It just appeared to be a sterile room, very white and very blank and, to be perfectly honest, more like a mental institution than anything else. Hmm. No window, either. Well, now. How completely and utterly brilliant.
It was after at least five full minutes of simply lying there on the bed, glancing about to take in everything that, well, wasn't there to take in, that Cocytus finally shoved himself into a seated position and finally stood. No use just staring into blankness. What was the likelihood of the door being unlocked? Very-- high, apparently.
Blinking as it swung open, Cocytus paused, then shrugged and stepped out into the hall.
Time: Afternoon/evening-ish
Characters: Cocytus and Phlegethon
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
It was not a particularly strange sensation to be waking up in a hospital. Cocytus had done so many, many times in the past. Usually he had been in the staff lounge or his office, though. Only once before had he actually woken up in a bed. Of course, even then it had been as a doctor, just the result of a very busy weekend and no one realizing that he had been in the hospital and on call for over twenty-four hours. Napping on a freshly vacated mattress tends to seem far less morbid after you've been in the business for a while. Whether the business in question happened to be surgical or hereditary hardly mattered.
But yes. That was his mind wandering. The point at the beginning of this entire train of thought had been that it was not a particularly strange sensation to be waking up in a hospital. Rather, the strange part was waking up in a hospital when he was, rather undoubtedly, a patient.
Oddly, there was no machinery - no flashing lights or beeping machines or draining IVs. It just appeared to be a sterile room, very white and very blank and, to be perfectly honest, more like a mental institution than anything else. Hmm. No window, either. Well, now. How completely and utterly brilliant.
It was after at least five full minutes of simply lying there on the bed, glancing about to take in everything that, well, wasn't there to take in, that Cocytus finally shoved himself into a seated position and finally stood. No use just staring into blankness. What was the likelihood of the door being unlocked? Very-- high, apparently.
Blinking as it swung open, Cocytus paused, then shrugged and stepped out into the hall.