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[orangetoughguy]

accidental audio | open to action at the hospital

[Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

This is a patient trying to get a nurse. He mutters.]

What the hell does it take...

[Said patient is now turning the device around and around in his hands. Funny looking phone, this.]

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this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[justdoingmyjob]

What robots do within the hospital can be summed up as a lot, in amongst the flesh and blood workers, none doing more or less so much as all that they can do. Peter puts in time here because it is familiar and because he knows someday he might return to just this, but just this is not so simple anymore and less a sentence to ordinary than it is a decision not to give up on people. It isn't easy, but no one said it would be, and in some respects the storybook boy can understand why; because nothing that matters is 'easy', because people are capable of more than they know, so on and so forth. Things are not as ideal as they once were for him, not in small part because the journey he began is not the journey he has ended with. Old friends--family--turned enemies and friends again have up and gone. And then there are the enemies that remain though only one to speak of in immediacy. Where the people from this place reside, sometimes he doesn't know. Robert Chase. Adrian Veidt. Penny. Max

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[orangetoughguy]

One; this guy looks nothing like Dr. Cameron. Two; this guy looks nothing like Nurse Francine. Three; he knows off the bat charming a face like that into turning a blind eye to smoking in a hospital is highly unlikely.

At least he doesn't start by asking where's the nurse. Think fast, Freddy.

"You got anything in here besides that," he points the device at the monitor on the other side of the room. Three's Company reruns. Classy.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[justdoingmyjob]

One; it should be a relief Peter looks nothing like Cameron, but to be fair Freddy hasn't been here long enough to know exactly how much of a relief that is. Two; Peter doesn't even know Nurse Francine. Of course this is all beside his own point which is not necessarily to check on anything apart from the particular reason for the ringing. Glancing over at the monitor, his own expression makes the shift from inquiring to wry

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[orangetoughguy]

The day Freddy finds out how much a relief it is he doesn't look like Dr. Cameron is the day he might tell this guy he's not so bad looking after all. Never take what God gave you for granted, and no Freddy's not religious per se, but he believes in that sort of thing. Karma biting you in the ass? Proven time and time again. Of course none of this is said aloud and he is no mindreader nor does he have a reason to think Peter is one too

[whitetwoguns]

"Hey." There's nothing small enough to grab and throw to stop the ring noise, "recuperating here." Larry has been napping off and on. It is the drugs. He's never been too big on napping.

"You trying to call collect?"

[orangetoughguy]

Hearing his voice stills him. He looks over to Larry.

"You awake?"

It's like asking, how long have you BEEN awake?

[whitetwoguns]

"Can't sleep right now. So yeah, I'm awake." Though he suppresses the impulse to yawn.

"I didn't think this would be the ending. S'not so bad. Nurses and docs help." Obviously, that's what their paid for. He means some other kind of help.

[orangetoughguy]

"You're doin' pretty well." All things considered. No, he doesn't think he needs to specify what.

Doing the rounds;

[eiremagic]

Eden's been on the job ever since Frankie told her that he's be going drinking; it's a good way to get extra practice in. She's not a nurse, but sometimes she does venture to where the patients are, if only to pick up blood samples and charts.

She wanders into the room, a stack of charts in one arm and she's headed for the one at the end of this guy's bed.

Doing the rounds;

[orangetoughguy]

"Hey. Any idea when we're gettin' outta here?"

No hello, no nothing, only because she moves like someone who prefers to get straight to the point, exemplified by how she goes right on to the chart. He's too weak to make any attempt at seeing what's written on it.

Doing the rounds;

[eiremagic]

Eden looks at the man who is currently too weak to move and raises an eyebrow. Young, maybe in his twenties at most, then looks at his chart, looking it over once, then twice. She's not a doctor - hell, she's not even a nurse - but she does know how some basic times in and out of hospitals.

"Yeh're in here for a few days, boyo. Rough shite, what they pulled." She raises an eyebrow. "Why, yeh got someplace to be?"

Doing the rounds;

[orangetoughguy]

Irish? Just the sound of her voice has him quirking a brow. Weird.

"What do I gotta do to make that happen--" He snaps his fingers to indicate faster, while giving Eden a smile. It's supposed to be a winsome smile. It will either succeed or fail. "I ain't a fan of hospitals," he says like rehearsed line.

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[neverplays]

You alive, unconscious dude?

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[orangetoughguy]

[Whoa. It's talking to him.]

Yeah?

[Looks like he doesn't mind answering to the name Unconscious Dude.]

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[neverplays]

[ Technology, it's amazing. ]

I asked, are you gonna survive? Or did I waste my time?

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[orangetoughguy]

Do I sound like I'm fucking dying? [It shouldn't be a joke but it is.] Who's this anyway?