Erik Lehnsherr (erikleh) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-09-03 22:22:00 |
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Signing off of the nets-a subsystem of the computer interface he's slowly been learning to engage with, Erik makes his way down to the hotel's medical facilities. He's been ignoring this for too long, including the time he legit encountered some monsters, but it's gotten to the point of gradual-no-return. He cradles his right hand toward his chest, keeping it elevated above his heart in a futile attempt to stop the pulse-pounding richocheting nerve-rending electric zaps wringing up and down his arm. Wringing him out, an unspooled copper wire pounded by the infernal hammer of bleating neurochemicals. Upon entering the area, he tries his best to spot the female nurse who had offered her services, and-recognizing her from her profile picture, approaches Melissa via heavy foot-falls. The bright-white-lights of the facility beat down on his gaunt features, belying the visible distaste there-for-being-here. It's not difficult to determine that this is Lehnsherr, the man she'd spoken to a few moments earlier, and he inclines his head toward her. "Good afternoon, Nurse McCall." |