Nightshift 60: Main Hallway, 1-West
[from here]Even the main hall was deserted. S.T. switched on his flashlight and took a look around. Yeah, it was empty. No roadkill, no other patients. If he ever made it home, he was never bitching at any of the girls who didn't want to do night ops alone again. It was different when you knew there were things out there in the darkness.
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His chest flared with each step, and there appeared no room for adequate breathing. It was a terrible start to a routine night; if not for the pain, the child might have pressed his thoughts to more interesting matters. The Head Doctor's attitude, for instance. Previous flutters through the link, for another example. Instead, he was held together by nerves and endings.
Just forget it, he murmured in silence. As if Nigredo could, as if he could continue pressing aspects away.
[To here.]
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