Alice2015
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The Shrink and The Aussie
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(This scene is part of a game/role play that you can find here if you are interested. We are looking for more writers.
Paula was in the 2nd floor hallway when she heard John Down Under calling out. She finished her conversation with the National Guard soldier and fumbled with her keys as she headed for the door. She chuckled at her recollection of how one of the now absent nurses had given the John Doe his more appropriate nickname. He'd come to the Lane County Mental Health facility already deep into the infection stage of the virus. He was mumbling incoherently for the most part, but occasionally his words were clear and -- unmistakably -- delivered with an Australian accent.
She peeked through the diamond shaped, wire reinforced window in the middle of the isolation room's door to find him conscious, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. She'd hated having him here like this, handcuffed inside a padded psychiatric cell like a patient from One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, but it had been necessary.
Seeing it was safe to proceed, she unlocked the door and entered, smiling as she said, "Welcome back. We thought we were going to lose you there for a while."
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(This scene is part of a game/role play that you can find here if you are interested. We are looking for more writers.
Paula was in the 2nd floor hallway when she heard John Down Under calling out. She finished her conversation with the National Guard soldier and fumbled with her keys as she headed for the door. She chuckled at her recollection of how one of the now absent nurses had given the John Doe his more appropriate nickname. He'd come to the Lane County Mental Health facility already deep into the infection stage of the virus. He was mumbling incoherently for the most part, but occasionally his words were clear and -- unmistakably -- delivered with an Australian accent.
She peeked through the diamond shaped, wire reinforced window in the middle of the isolation room's door to find him conscious, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. She'd hated having him here like this, handcuffed inside a padded psychiatric cell like a patient from One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, but it had been necessary.
Seeing it was safe to proceed, she unlocked the door and entered, smiling as she said, "Welcome back. We thought we were going to lose you there for a while."