Re: Ward 5
Chidi woke up in his pod and thought this was definitely weird. Not necessarily any weirder than anything else he'd been through, granted. But still weird.
But he's a rational person. He can sort this out. He felt around him, learning the limits of the isolation pod(?) he found himself in. He could breath--it might not have mattered if he couldn't anyway since he was dead, but Chidi thought he generally liked breathing, even if it did contribute to elevated atmospheric CO2, especially in an environment like this where there didn't seem to be trees.
But Chidi didn't exactly know how to stop breathing either, even if it wasn't (probably) a strict biological necessity. If it was necessary, in an enclosed space like this, he'd probably pass out before it became environmentally disastrous in any case.
That possibility kind of made his stomach hurt.
So he should get out of this pod before that happened. His hands ultimately located what felt like a handle to open the pod. but as his fingers curled around
What if he wasn't supposed to open this? Or it broke it? Or it was dangerous? If he thought what Eleanor would do, she'd definitely open it. But Eleanor probably wasn't a great moral compass to reflect on.
After another two hours of debating between opening the case or not, Chidi tried to call out