Snippet #1852396

Harlem curled his knees up to his chest, hiding in his room. There was some kind of great panic going on somewhere in the building, and he anted nothing to do with it. He wasn't so much frightened by the chaos, but frustrated. Alarmed voices, barked orders... Was somebody dying?
A small part of him felt oddly envious... Perhaps dying were the only way to escape this Hell. And it was that, wasn't it? A hell filled with needle-armed demons, patrolling a fortress of unnatural, gleaming white. It reminded him of hell, anyway, or at least, his idea of eternal damnation.
He began rocking back and forth, slowly, trying to block out the voices in the corridors, and those in his head.

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Seeyanne emerged from her room, cocking her head curiously. She hadn't managed to find anything sharp enough to make herself bleed, and was feeling sort of down. She'd been disturbed from a quiet cat-nap by staff members rushing up and down the hall frantically. Something excitingly dreadful must be going on, and she couldn't wait to see. She tiptoed down the hall as doctors raced past her, heading into one room. An unknown staff member with a trolley nearly knocked her off feet as he sped past, and she wondered if they would be too distracted to note her peeking inside to see what the drama was about.
Her fingers wrapped around the door frame, and, exposing as little of herself as possible, she peered in and saw an unconcious, blood-smeared form that looked oddly familiar to her. She rubbed her eyes in confusion, before it registered. "Ezra?"
Many of the doctors on seen looked clueless as to what to do with her new friend, who surely must have lost a lot of blood.... Blood.... Her skin crawled with delight at the thought of vibrant red leaving her body in perfect release....
However, that would have to wait, because right now, she needed to make sure her friend was alright. Unless, of course, he didn't want to be alright, in which case it would make her a terrible person to let these doctors save him. She pulled at her hair in frustration. The decision at hand were a tough one.
She decided to remain awkwardly in the door, simply observing the process, for the time being.