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[notyoursweetpea]

There's a guy sprawled across a lobby sofa who wasn't there before. His muscles are tense and fight-ready even in (especially in) sleep and his eyes move rapidly under their lids, gripped as he is in the jaws of a (fucked up, neverending) nightmare. He comes awake with a start (fists half-raised, jaw set) and is on his feet even before he fully

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[bs_irishcharm]

Ryan had figured it would only be a matter of time before more of Em City's finest started to show up. As he observed Beecher on the couch, he thought that all things considered, it could have been /much/ worse.

"Hey Beech," he said easily, leaning against the wall. "Good fucking morning, huh?"

[notyoursweetpea]

"Hey-- hey." There's something perversely reassuring about Ryan's presence - enough to make Toby cool off a little, at least. "What the hell is going on here?"

[bs_irishcharm]

"Fuck if I know," Ryan answered, slapping Beecher on the back lightly. "But isn't it great? No fucking hacks or cocksucking McManus."

[notyoursweetpea]

In a tone of wonder. "Fuck me." His eyes widen. "Please, please tell me we can leave here." The lobby door is right fucking there and Beecher is drawn to it like a moth to flame.

[shadesofgloria]

"Beecher?" Gloria was surprised, and strangely comforted, as well. She liked Beecher, but if this was all an insane hallucination of hers, it would not be likely that he would be in it, however many times he had been in her infirmary.

[notyoursweetpea]

Beecher glances up warily, not displeased at the sight of her. "Dr. Nathan? I didn't realise you were here too. Have you seen O'Reily?"

[shadesofgloria]

"I have. He rather makes himself known." She fidgeted slightly; it was so strange to see patients when they did not actually need her to patch them up.

[notyoursweetpea]

He speaks carefully. "You look as confused as I feel... I take it you don't know why we're here?"