"you've got to be kidding me" [Io & Calliope]
Jan 18, 2015 1:12:18 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Jan 18, 2015 1:12:18 GMT -5
I O W I E
Late nights in the ward are eerie when you're the only one there. Gladys clocked out for the night two hours ago with a "You'd better not sleep here again Io Wie I swear to god," and the patients are sound asleep (I've been able to put some salve on their wounds but we're running out and I doubt there will be another shipment for months).
This is what I do on Saturday nights; I take the graveyard shift, catching up on studying and researching as much as I can. There's still so much more I have to learn - how do the doctors know it all? I'm not even a quarter of the way through this encyclopedia of illnesses and disorders and I already feel like my brain's going to burst. The notebook I've brought with me is useless at this point, because what kind of notes can I jot down that aren't already in this book? Plus everything's important when diagnosing a patient, I can't just take what I think is useful because what if it's not?
The coma page has been ripped out and I don't know why.
I sigh what seems to be more of a groan and flip the book shut with a bang. Oh wait shit people are sleeping. The woman lying on the closet bed turns her head towards me and the only thing I can do is whisper apologies and sneak out of the room. So I change my residency from inside the ward to just outside of it, where the factory still churns on automatic and all optional lights have been switched off.
Where can I get info about comas? District 6, maybe. I'll totally be able to find out from them. Hah, I'm hilarious. But... wait, I could - there was a rumor I heard floating about with the higher ups, conversations that I did not spy upon I just happened to be walking by that led me to believe that there was a coma ward in 6, one that the boss happened to know about. How he does, I have no idea. Rich people have connections.
His office is locked, but I have a bobby pin, and I sneak in and quietly close the door. Maybe the Peackeepers will talk to him about me, but I can explain myself, right? Besides, he likes me. Maybe a bit too much. He's got a list of numbers too, fantastic.
I hope they don't have caller ID.
It rings for a long time before someone finally picks up the phone, and I realize I haven't planned on what to say. I can't say I'm from five, that'll mean that I won't get my answers.
"Uhhh hi! I'm just your um, average student from district 6 - I'm uh, interning at the medical lab and I actually had some questions about comas if you would be willing to speak to me."
Nailed it.
This is what I do on Saturday nights; I take the graveyard shift, catching up on studying and researching as much as I can. There's still so much more I have to learn - how do the doctors know it all? I'm not even a quarter of the way through this encyclopedia of illnesses and disorders and I already feel like my brain's going to burst. The notebook I've brought with me is useless at this point, because what kind of notes can I jot down that aren't already in this book? Plus everything's important when diagnosing a patient, I can't just take what I think is useful because what if it's not?
The coma page has been ripped out and I don't know why.
I sigh what seems to be more of a groan and flip the book shut with a bang. Oh wait shit people are sleeping. The woman lying on the closet bed turns her head towards me and the only thing I can do is whisper apologies and sneak out of the room. So I change my residency from inside the ward to just outside of it, where the factory still churns on automatic and all optional lights have been switched off.
Where can I get info about comas? District 6, maybe. I'll totally be able to find out from them. Hah, I'm hilarious. But... wait, I could - there was a rumor I heard floating about with the higher ups, conversations that I did not spy upon I just happened to be walking by that led me to believe that there was a coma ward in 6, one that the boss happened to know about. How he does, I have no idea. Rich people have connections.
His office is locked, but I have a bobby pin, and I sneak in and quietly close the door. Maybe the Peackeepers will talk to him about me, but I can explain myself, right? Besides, he likes me. Maybe a bit too much. He's got a list of numbers too, fantastic.
I hope they don't have caller ID.
It rings for a long time before someone finally picks up the phone, and I realize I haven't planned on what to say. I can't say I'm from five, that'll mean that I won't get my answers.
"Uhhh hi! I'm just your um, average student from district 6 - I'm uh, interning at the medical lab and I actually had some questions about comas if you would be willing to speak to me."
Nailed it.
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