[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down
Apart from the extremely unstable ‘wind’ that had spontaneously manifested into the room, the majority of the noise was that of the man creating the chaos. The epicenter of this current calamity shouting and whispering all kinds of songs and questions that not a single being could understand. Within it all, was the faintest sound of skids and squeaks as both Angela and the other nurses did their absolute best to anchor down all the chairs and larger objects.
It’s not yet known what had caused it; as far as the doctor was aware, he was stable as can be. Whether it was a trigger found within something he had seen or heard was uncertain, but the cause could be concluded later. At the moment, there was a room of screaming nurses and one patient, with Angela doing her very best to control the situation before the poor staff (and herself) are tossed about the room.
“Mr. Kuiper!” There’s not a moment wasted, with her jumping in to try and calm the poor man down.
Her voice is strained, having to scream above the terrifyingly loud shrieks of objects skidding around the entire room, while her fellow colleagues grip onto anything bolted to the floor. A sudden shift in the so-called wind, now finalizing itself into an aggressive pull towards the panicked patient.
“Mr. Kuiper, listen to me-” Her hands are held up, both pushing against the pulls and taking every other moment to block herself from anything that may fly her way. “Take this and squeeze it as tight as you can.” Such delicate hands pry at his own, tearing them away from himself only to shove a small object in his palm. It’s a small plushie of a duck- one she would normally keep attached to her keycard. It made both a neat decoration, and a lovely stress-ball, especially now. “Relax your grip, and then squeeze it again.”
At first, the doctor was quite convinced that he hadn’t heard her, with the blaring chimes and voices becoming increasingly erratic. That is, until there’s a change. The yanks from manifested gravity die down, as does the rest of the noise. As things calm, a small smile appears, Angela breathing out a sigh of relief. Her legs tremble, with the rush of adrenaline and energy used to hold herself steady taking a toll on her body.
“That’s it. You’re okay…” Angela gives him a gentle pat on the back of the hand, letting go and allowing herself to buckle down and sit on the floor- at least to catch her breath.
