Realistic or Modern Night at the Hospital [RP]

[FolKinPunk]

Mid winter brings less people to the hospital. People leaving the small town, migrated of sorts for the cold months. Those in the hospital still are longer term patients, or there for a cold, or hypothermia. A cold, frozen little town, with it's cold hospital, seemingly lost in time.

It was getting dark, the late evening already. Quiet beeping echoes through the halls, murmurs of patients and staff alike, and the cold calm demeanor that follows the hospital.

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Hi guys I'm very bad at this. Let's find out where your guys are, what they're doing, lets get started before the night starts. (:<

 

[FolKinPunk]

Sonnet Linwood​

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Location: On his way to the cafe.

He hummed a monotone tune in his head as he grabbed the petri dish from the incubator. It had sufficient time to grow its mold, and it was time to see if it reacted to the solvent. Delicately placing it on the table and turning the overhead light on, he squints and scrutinizes the dish. Color, size of the growth, any texture he could see. Analyze it and jot it down. Anything to help him identify the substance in the dish growing. Whatever grew, would indicate it’s favorite meal, reveal the original substance that he scrapped off the subject.

Once satisfied with the information he could gather without the solvent, he prepared the pipet. He held the pipet over the petri dish, and took a deep breath. Exhaling and holding the breath out, keeping his hand steady as he dropped it over the middle of the petri dish.

Pulling the light down further and leaning in, peering through the goggles he had to wear, studying the reaction. Bubbling, a small fizzing sound, and a peculiar smell. Different from what he expected, it was a substance unknown to him. He’d have to do more research.

Fascinating, his mind supplied. It’s not that often he’s in the unknown, but when it’s a chemical reaction? It’s not too far-fetched.

A yawn catches him off guard, and he leans back, stretching. Glimpsing at the clock, he groans. He wasn’t even half way through his shift, and he was tired. Kept late for an experiment, paperwork, endless paperwork. Sure, it’s his own doing, but why did people need to sleep?

He pulls off his gloves and pushes his giggles up his head, rubbing his burning eyes. Stupid. Dull. Tired. Kicks the chair out from under him as he stands, it rolls unceremoniously away from him and he turns off the overhead light. He’ll go to the cafeteria, get a coffee. Maybe two.

Stepping into the hall he squints at the annoying flickering lights. Dull. He makes his way for the cafeteria.

 

[Beleth]

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Ranceia Cappricio

Fuck it was cold. Ranecia was the night shift receptionist for the hospital. Several hours have passed and somehow not a single soul has entered through the main doors. She crossed her winter stocking legs together in a poor attempt to combat the chill that rested underneath her thighs.

Hidden beneath the lip of the main counter was a portable heater she had brought from home. The hospital was always cold, and now, even freezing. It was supposedly something about making sure the bacteria from all the patients wouldn’t spread. But what about the rest of the staff? The doctors and nurses? The maintenance? Was it just the patients that mattered in this case?

Mary Janes crossed at the ankles, only to uncross and re-cross with the opposite foot placement as Ranecia bit her lip in contemplation. What were the chances of finding blankets in the hospital? No, no that wasn’t the right question. Moreso, what were the chances of a patient finally entering through those doors as soon as she stepped away? Would she have enough time to get a blanket?

The brunette casually leaned backward in her rolly chair, checking to see if there were nearby staff to flag down. With a relented groan, she turned back to watch the front doors for a few more minutes. Maybe, just maybe. For two minutes. 5, even. There hasn’t been anyone around that wasn’t a patient, none that she could see, that is. Beeps of the hospital staff haunted the hallways, murmurs from doctors and nurses conversing incoherently about patients that just sat in the other room.

15 minutes wouldn’t hurt. The brunette justified herself as she reached for the “away” sign that was hidden right next to the heater. Placing the sign down, the receptionist rose from her confounded seat for the first time in 4 hours. 15 minutes. 15 minutes for sure. Ranecia promised herself. 15 minutes and we’ll be right back at it. Her mary janes clicked as she stepped away from the front desk and moved to the back of the hospital.

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[Lost Echo]

After a forehead kiss and a promise to the sleeping child she wouldn’t be long, Jodie stepped out of the too-large room into the bright hallway. For a moment her fears and devastation shadowed her face before she pushed it back with a smile. She needed to get away for a moment. The last thing she wanted was for her little one to see her cry.

After getting directions to the cafeteria from a friendly nurse, Jodie used the walk to think. Keeping Taylor was the best decision of her life, but at times like this, she could admit it was hard. Very, if she was being honest. Seeing the toddler unable to keep anything down was the scariest thing she’d had to deal with. Vomit she was used to, but Taylor was rarely a fussy child. She reminded herself that he was in the best hands now. All he needed was being given to him via the iv (which was so hard for his little veins) and he’d be fine. The virus would run its course quickly.

She surfaced from her thoughts as she came into the cafeteria. ‘Coffee,’ she thought. Food could come later. But first, she walked up to the cute little cafe, and straight up to the counter. “I’d like a large mocha, please.” She smiled, keeping her worries behind it.

 

[Sparklebear112]

The hospitals doors suddenly swing open as a woman who looked to be in her mid thirties held a small, weak looking child, the child looked around 6-8. The woman yelled for help as the child looked lethargic and very sick.
"Someone please help my daughter!" The woman yelled loudly to try get anyone's attention.