How amusing. She’s in a hospital— the place she’s supposed to be the most familiar with— and— she doesn’t understand anything.
Iris almost wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all, almost wants to curse at twenty-first technological development for making this too hard— but she does neither, can’t do either, but instead forges on, because what other damn choice does she have if she doesn’t want to— can’t—
...she doesn’t even want to think about it.
There are wards Iris can’t identify— can’t recognize— and she’s scrounging through the umpteenth hospital room, puzzled by the blue thin masks and all the wires and tubes winding in and out of each other like spider webs to machines (at least— she thinks they’re machines) and back and they’re stuttered with buttons and screens utterly dead, and she doubts that even if she— somehow— manages to figure out how to even get them on, she’ll get absolutely nowhere. Not that they’ll help her. She hasn’t found a scrap of anything— at least anything she can identify, and even then she won’t understand because the technology here is just too damn advanced.
It’s so amusing. She should laugh, actually. A prodigy, beasted in her own field, on her own territory. She’s going to— whatever it’s going to be— all because she can’t understand a damn thing here, doesn’t know this technology well enough just to bloody heal herself when she’s a bloody doctor—
it’s all so, so, so stupid, and Iris plasters a hand to her face to stifle a giggle.
(she ignores the dwindling meter with pressed wet eyes)
Something black pounds at the edge of her vision, but she elects to ignore it— as with everything else, it seems. Why should it matter, anyway? It’s all— meaningless. Foolish. It was fickle to even come here, she should’ve just— stayed outside, let those vile creatures devour her, perhaps what little she has for her could help someone else—
Iris blanches when she hears the voice, in the distance— perhaps a couple yards off, past a couple corners down the hall. She can’t tell. Can’t recognize him, it seems, but— the name.
But-- they shouldn’t be here— no one should be here, it’s all just a waste of time—
It’s a boiling hiss, snarled from beneath her breath. Stupid stupid stupid—
「Don’t you understand that you— you shouldn’t be here…?!」
Iris’s legs wobble, grabbing fistfuls of sheets of the bed besides her as she stumbles back to her feet. She steadies herself, her eyes staring leveled at the door.
She pauses. Hesitates, for a moment.
And— she bursts from the room, streaking down the hall, away from the voices, her heels clicking like glass behind her.
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