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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: After this]

It is the early hours of the morning when Guppy slips into the infirmary. Taking care not to wake the other patients, he picks up a few supplies and goes into the office, closing the door behind him.
He unwraps the bloody bandage on his hand and begins to clean the wound and replace the steristrips.
When he finishes he puts his hand to his head and sips the isotonic drink Bar gave him. He takes it one sip at a time until he had finished the whole bottle, but the feeling of nausea and exhaustion remain.
Too dehydrated. Need to put myself on IV...
He gets up to put himself on a drip but finds the room refusing to stay level. As he collapses on the floor of the office everything goes black. He curses under his breath.
"I can take you to him."
I am NOT going to just sit here and die of dehydration of all things.
He waits until the darkness in front of his eyes clears a little before trying to move. It is a weak, exhausted movement but he somehow manages to get to the sink and pour himself a glass of water. Shakily he takes the glass under the desk and curls back into a little ball.
Abs can't section me if he can't find me.
My Fault
Exhausted by his efforts, he falls asleep.

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[inquisitivehero]

Back in the rear of the Infirmary is an area usually devoted just to storage of the extra machines used in different procedures.

Recently it has become a small lab as well, first occupied by only one running machine station, but now a second, mini-lab has come into existence.

With Forge's help and some assistance from friends in other areas, Hank has acquired all the items and materials Kevin Fawkes requested. Hank McCoy is there now, settling the last of the supplies into place and turning machines on as well. New beeps and hums rise to join the soft music of the Infirmary.

He has made promises and intends to keep them.

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[inquisitivehero]

The Infirmary isnt quiet, with beeps and hums around the white room, but there are a number of open beds near the door and taken beds with curtains around them further back.

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[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

Adjusting the collar of his leather jacket nervously, Harper came into the infimary looking ragged and exhausted, but he wasn't there for himself for once. Clutching a note, written by the hand of a second grader, in his hand so hard it was crumpled, he looked around the room for someone in particular.

On the one hand, he wanted to stay completely uninvolved. He liked his hide. It was a nice hide, and he wanted to save it. He liked his brains too, and didn't want some hideous zombie thing to eat them (he'd dealt with zombies before back on Andromeda and they sucked).

But he couldn't just drop this. Much as he was loathe to admit it, he y'know that this thing sometimes. A little nagging voice that told him to do stupid things even though he didn't really want to.

He was pretty sure the hip new slang the kids were using for them nowadays was "conscience."

He wanted to see what was up with this kid, and-and protect her or something. The idea of a kid having to deal with that nightmarish place, a place even more terrible than Boston, even more terrible than Dunwich when things screeched in the night and prowled in the woods...

So that's why, against his better judgment, he pushed the door open and pounded into the infirmary with a worried look on his face, boots clomping.

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[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin leads Ben into the infirmary and points him to Mara's bed, then withdraws discreetly to his mini-lab area.

He has his own work to do, after all, and it's only fair to let them talk in private.

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[guppy_sandhu]

In one corner of the infirmary a troubled mind sleeps.
The drip begins to improve his physical state. His mental state is starting to heal slowly.