Night 44: F21-F30 Hallway
[f25, specifically]
Alkaid finished her supper without a damn thing happening. No nurses coming to snatch her away for crazy torture sessions, no roommate coming to make awkward conversation with, no nothing. Kind of boring. She knew that no news should be good news, or whatever... but somehow she just felt unfulfilled. What was she going to do tonight? It hadn't been quite decided yet, but she was going to meet that exceptional dork, at least, and they could go adventuring just like old times... At least that'd be fun.
She gathered what had become the usual stuff - her bat, her flashlight, and the vial of acid that Badou had given her, which she popped right into her cleavage. Hey! Bazooms like this were good for something!!
Then she looked down at the cast on her arm, tapping it with the bat. Okay, yeah, this thing wasn't gonna come off tonight by any stretch of the imagination, but if the arm was healed under it then the cast itself wouldn't be a problem. The bad thing was that she felt the old zombie rot start to spread just where it had last night and the night before. Well, damn.
She was almost done getting ready when she heard the intercom go off. Huh... Was the Head Doctor trying to make himself out to be the hero of the day? Apologizing for stuff? Geez, things sure had changed in the week she'd been stuck in that coma. Weird as hell.
Oh! One more thing! She emptied a pillowcase and held it in the hand with the flashlight. It could end up useful. So now that she was all geared up, she headed out!
[to here]
Alkaid finished her supper without a damn thing happening. No nurses coming to snatch her away for crazy torture sessions, no roommate coming to make awkward conversation with, no nothing. Kind of boring. She knew that no news should be good news, or whatever... but somehow she just felt unfulfilled. What was she going to do tonight? It hadn't been quite decided yet, but she was going to meet that exceptional dork, at least, and they could go adventuring just like old times... At least that'd be fun.
She gathered what had become the usual stuff - her bat, her flashlight, and the vial of acid that Badou had given her, which she popped right into her cleavage. Hey! Bazooms like this were good for something!!
Then she looked down at the cast on her arm, tapping it with the bat. Okay, yeah, this thing wasn't gonna come off tonight by any stretch of the imagination, but if the arm was healed under it then the cast itself wouldn't be a problem. The bad thing was that she felt the old zombie rot start to spread just where it had last night and the night before. Well, damn.
She was almost done getting ready when she heard the intercom go off. Huh... Was the Head Doctor trying to make himself out to be the hero of the day? Apologizing for stuff? Geez, things sure had changed in the week she'd been stuck in that coma. Weird as hell.
Oh! One more thing! She emptied a pillowcase and held it in the hand with the flashlight. It could end up useful. So now that she was all geared up, she headed out!
[to here]