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wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2013-09-21 11:05 pm
wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2013-09-21 11:05 pm
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It started small. Flickers of the lights, hiccups in her monitors, a faint chill that couldn't be attributed to the AC.
Only it didn't stop there.
Nurses began getting headaches, a lingering sense of someone watching them, leaning over them whenever they checked on the patient's vitals or medication, or whenever it was time to change her IV drips. It was the day that one of the priests from the in-house chapel came to visit at the behest of the family that things began to go horribly wrong.
The entirety of the staff, the priest included, was forced out of the module and into the hall, driven by the sound of some howling beast. Blood now soaked the walls of the unit, and in the center of the madness lay the patient, still unconscious, though her lifesigns plummetting as her sudden bloodloss sent her system into shock. The nurses assigned to her that day refused to work anywhere near that module, and the patient was moved immediately in order to stabilize her condition in a sterile environment.
After that, no matter where she was, things began to go wrong. Patients in nearby rooms complained of worsening symptoms though no physical signs were present. The air grew colder by the hour in the hall, leading people to assume the thermostats were broken. Lights constantly flickered when she was being transferred, and there were many times when her room would suddenly plunge into darkness. Some of the nursing staff refused to go near the room during the blackouts, claiming that there was something waiting for them in the darkness. Others complained of hearing a heavy breathing at odds with the patient's respirator. Even when the lights were fine, her monitors were often giving faulty readings, or shutting off entirely. Housekeeping only visited when the patient was gone, but they did not linger. Some of them hurriedly made the signs of the cross on their way out of the room, muttering prayers under their breath once they'd reached the safety of the hall outside the module.
The family was no longer allowed to visit, and the staff only informed them of this with security present, unsure as to how they would take it as the staff knew them and their tempers well. After all, their eldest son was a co-worker, and one who had been put on paid leave when knowledge of his sister's condition had reached him. The family was not even allowed in the hall, as their presence had made something manifest.
It was enough to have the patient put on isolation lockdown as several emergency numbers were called immediately. No one knew what would set her off next, so they continued to keep her stable and merely waited.
That did not help when they found her standing in the center of the hall shortly after, snapped lines dangling from her as the lights overhead flickered and died, and the air was so cold the windows frosted. She wavered on her feet, and when she opened her eyes, witnesses said it was like looking into empty pits.
Only it didn't stop there.
Nurses began getting headaches, a lingering sense of someone watching them, leaning over them whenever they checked on the patient's vitals or medication, or whenever it was time to change her IV drips. It was the day that one of the priests from the in-house chapel came to visit at the behest of the family that things began to go horribly wrong.
The entirety of the staff, the priest included, was forced out of the module and into the hall, driven by the sound of some howling beast. Blood now soaked the walls of the unit, and in the center of the madness lay the patient, still unconscious, though her lifesigns plummetting as her sudden bloodloss sent her system into shock. The nurses assigned to her that day refused to work anywhere near that module, and the patient was moved immediately in order to stabilize her condition in a sterile environment.
After that, no matter where she was, things began to go wrong. Patients in nearby rooms complained of worsening symptoms though no physical signs were present. The air grew colder by the hour in the hall, leading people to assume the thermostats were broken. Lights constantly flickered when she was being transferred, and there were many times when her room would suddenly plunge into darkness. Some of the nursing staff refused to go near the room during the blackouts, claiming that there was something waiting for them in the darkness. Others complained of hearing a heavy breathing at odds with the patient's respirator. Even when the lights were fine, her monitors were often giving faulty readings, or shutting off entirely. Housekeeping only visited when the patient was gone, but they did not linger. Some of them hurriedly made the signs of the cross on their way out of the room, muttering prayers under their breath once they'd reached the safety of the hall outside the module.
The family was no longer allowed to visit, and the staff only informed them of this with security present, unsure as to how they would take it as the staff knew them and their tempers well. After all, their eldest son was a co-worker, and one who had been put on paid leave when knowledge of his sister's condition had reached him. The family was not even allowed in the hall, as their presence had made something manifest.
It was enough to have the patient put on isolation lockdown as several emergency numbers were called immediately. No one knew what would set her off next, so they continued to keep her stable and merely waited.
That did not help when they found her standing in the center of the hall shortly after, snapped lines dangling from her as the lights overhead flickered and died, and the air was so cold the windows frosted. She wavered on her feet, and when she opened her eyes, witnesses said it was like looking into empty pits.