A Great Big Universe || Closed
secondchaircellist:
Audrey followed next to Rory as they made their way into the elevator. They were the only two in there and she looked over at him with a nervous smile as the doors shut and began it’s way up to the coma ward.
The ride was short and when the elevator doors opened back up, her stomach did a weird sort of flip- flop. It was an awful feeling to have right after eating lunch. “Lead the way,” she said quietly as they began to walk down the hall. It was pretty strange that the nurses station was completely empty and no one was roaming the halls. “Where is everyone, Rory?” she asked looking up at him.
She tried to calm herself down but chills ran through her body, causing her to shake a bit. She felt ridiculous because there was nothing to be scared of. This was were she worked and devoted most of her time to people get well again. It wasn’t like this was some carnival haunted house … nothing was going to pop out at her and send her running down the hall.
Audrey stopped when Rory did just the the door of the room with the patients inside. He looked nervous, but then again he always sort of had that derpy look to him (which she thought was kinda cute). “Are we going in?” she asked, peering in at the sleeping people.
Rory lead the way mostly in silence. He twisted his hands together when she asked where everyone went. Honestly, he hadn’t even noticed the lack of people he’d been so caught up in his thoughts about the patients, and the Doctor’s complete disregard for the proof he was convinced he had.
He looked around, and frowned. “Lunch break?” He offered hopefully, doing a terrible job of sounding convincing. Whatever he thought was happening here, must have been getting worse. The only problem was he had no idea of knowing what that problem actually was.
“Yeah, yeah. Just... Catching my breath.” He lied, when she asked if they were going to go in, and finally, he opened the door and led the way once more. He paused when they got to the center of the room.
At first glance, everything seemed normal (aside from the fact that it was a bit nippy in there. Eight patients laying in the beds clearly comatose. “Alright... You see them? They’re all here... LIke they should be... But I’ve seen them all out and about. I’ve got pictures, on my mobile. And then sometimes --”
And then almost on queue --- they all sat up, and at the same time, chanted the word “Doctor” ten times before laying back down like it never happened.
















