It was hard to imagine that either the regular staff or the soldiers, who had seemed so out of place that morning, had anticipated what the patient populace had decided to do during breakfast. While the grand majority of patients had eventually decided to calm down and either escape to adjacent rooms or stay hidden under the cafeteria tables, there
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And yeah, the straitjacket wasn’t helping.
Near as he could remember, he'd left Watson without a word and gone for that bastard who’d thrown the food; he’d clocked an orderly with a random tray from a nearby table when the man intercepted him on his self-appointed mission to give that loudmouthed food-throwing asshole a well-deserved asskicking, and then had been rugby-tackled to the ground by two soldiers. A nurse had popped in just long enough to stick him with a needle, and everything went hazy from here. Not that Kanda particularly wanted to remember getting his ass handed to him in under ( ... )
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