Town Hall, Tuesday, November 13, Evening

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt had been prepared for the sight of several flu victims, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. He counted at least 15 beds, and who knew if the people tending to them would get sick as well. He conferred briefly with Dr. Troy to find out what procedures they had in place, grabbed a mask, and got to work.


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Comments

Re: Cot Area: Victor von Doom

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"I don't need another blanket or your water," Victor said. He took the water anyway. But he didn't need it.

Re: Cot Area: Victor von Doom

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael quirked a brow and went to fetch another blanket. When he came back, he placed it over the patient, ready to tuck it around him if necessary. "They had extra."

Re: Cot Area: Victor von Doom

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"If you don't take a few steps back this moment, I will kill you. Even if the only way for me to do that right now is to breathe on you severely," Victor said.

Re: Cot Area: Victor von Doom

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael stepped way back but said, "I'm wearing a mask. Go to sleep. Make our job easy." Then because he was such a nice person, he added, "I hope you feel better." He turned around and walked away, looking for someone else he could help who would actually appreciate it. Come on.