Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 14, 2007 12:59:31 GMT -5
Priz awakes with a start one of the corners of the cafeteria. After his encounter with the heavy end of a rifle, he'd felt incredibly tired all day. Waking up, he feels a little better, but the pain in his head still isn't subsiding. I wonder if they'll give me something for this.
He leaves the cafeteria, and approaches the front desk.
"Hi there," he says to the rough-looking cop seated behind it, "Can you tell me where I can pick up some asprin?"
"Certainly not in this hospital" the guard grunts. "With the recent wave of survivors, our medicine supply has been getting pretty low. I don't know what we're gonna do once we run out of antibiotics. Bugger off now and pester a doctor, I've got work to do." To Priz, it looks like the guard wouldn't really mind running out of supplies. It's pretty obvious he's not a fan of his post.
Priz nods, and starts to walk off.
"Excuse me!" a voice from behind him calls, "But are you Priz?"
Turning, Priz sees a fairly plain lady chasing after him.
"Yup, that would be me." He replies with a friendly smile. "What can I do for ya?"
"One of the medics asked me to deliver a message to you. He said he's going to some bar or something, and that you should meet him there when you feel better."
An odd look appears on Priz' face, and he thanks the secreatary and walks off. Damnit, he went alone! I thought he would have known better. What the hell am I gonna do if I get there and he's bleeding out on the floor or something? I bet he didn't even think to take a weapon of some kind. Knowing he can't make the trip on his own, and that his prescence in the bar would be pretty much pointless if Ivan managed to get himself hurt, Priz begins to search around for someone friendly to take with him. Walking past the cafeteria, he spots Lachryma's small clinic.
"Czarina," He says, approaching her and what looks to be her very unwilling patient, "Can I ask a favor? A friend of mine might have gotten himself into trouble, and I'm planning to go find him. I don't know much about medicine aside from how to use a needle and slap some bandages on, so I was hoping you might come with me. I'd owe you one!"
He leaves the cafeteria, and approaches the front desk.
"Hi there," he says to the rough-looking cop seated behind it, "Can you tell me where I can pick up some asprin?"
"Certainly not in this hospital" the guard grunts. "With the recent wave of survivors, our medicine supply has been getting pretty low. I don't know what we're gonna do once we run out of antibiotics. Bugger off now and pester a doctor, I've got work to do." To Priz, it looks like the guard wouldn't really mind running out of supplies. It's pretty obvious he's not a fan of his post.
Priz nods, and starts to walk off.
"Excuse me!" a voice from behind him calls, "But are you Priz?"
Turning, Priz sees a fairly plain lady chasing after him.
"Yup, that would be me." He replies with a friendly smile. "What can I do for ya?"
"One of the medics asked me to deliver a message to you. He said he's going to some bar or something, and that you should meet him there when you feel better."
An odd look appears on Priz' face, and he thanks the secreatary and walks off. Damnit, he went alone! I thought he would have known better. What the hell am I gonna do if I get there and he's bleeding out on the floor or something? I bet he didn't even think to take a weapon of some kind. Knowing he can't make the trip on his own, and that his prescence in the bar would be pretty much pointless if Ivan managed to get himself hurt, Priz begins to search around for someone friendly to take with him. Walking past the cafeteria, he spots Lachryma's small clinic.
"Czarina," He says, approaching her and what looks to be her very unwilling patient, "Can I ask a favor? A friend of mine might have gotten himself into trouble, and I'm planning to go find him. I don't know much about medicine aside from how to use a needle and slap some bandages on, so I was hoping you might come with me. I'd owe you one!"
