>> close your parentheses || [ alexandra | leonard ]
"I just don't know what to make of it." It's not every day something new breaks out, and honestly, he wishes it wouldn't ever happen. He doesn't like the illnesses that have him standing around and scratching the top of his head, like this one does. He doesn't like not knowing what to tell the patients, and the people waiting with the patients, doesn't know what to do. There's nothing on the scans. Nothing in the blood. As far as he can tell there's absolutely nothing wrong with them -- nothing at all.
So why are there a dozen, give or take, officers in his Medical Bay, quietly babbling to themselves? They seem incapable of being quiet, and whenever he asks questions, they tend to default to repeating themselves. It's like nothing he's ever seen before -- they just talk and talk and talk, and they're not making any sense at all.
He crosses his arms, peering out at the beds and shaking his head. It just doesn't make any damn sense. He's checked for everything, can't find a single thing wrong with any of them -- it's like they all simultaneously suffered brain damage. Only, there's not a single sign of that coming up on anything at all.
Sighing heavily, he turns to the woman beside him, gesturing at the files and running a hand through his hair. "Let's go through this again. Symptoms are...repetition of words, they're babbling, mimicking sounds. They seem docile enough -- "
A sudden shout coming from beyond the glass has his head jerking back up. "What in the name of -- " He's out of the room as quick as the words leave his mouth, body weaving through the beds to grab a hypo, quickly injecting the man three nurses were actively trying to restrain.
"What the hell happened in here?"
The nurses are shaking their heads, panting a bit -- seemed the guy just flew off the handle and started fighting, and then bit one of the nurses. He shakes his head, rubbing at his face gently.
"Bit you? What in the hell are we dealin' with here?"
