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Wednesday June 18th 2015
Who: James and Fisher
What: More rule breaking
When: Late night, around 11pm
Where: Their rooms
Rating: TBD
Ninety percent of Fisher's plan had been pure luck. He had been trying to think of some brilliant plan to get into James' room without someone following him. He couldn't convince the staff that he didn't need someone tailing him because he was no longer suicidal, and he couldn't outrun whoaver he was with. It was looking pretty hopeless. James' plan had been brilliant, there was no way he could top that. Except, of course, with dumb luck. While sitting in the rec room next to his assigned nurse, Fisher had found the hairpin. He'd always wondered how those little hats stayed on the nurses' heads. He had managed to palm it without anyone noticing, slipping it into the waistband of his scrub pants.
More blatant luck came later, when one of the night staff called in sick. That meant there wasn't a spare body to hang around Fisher's room all night, which meant sedation. He swallowed the pills easily and willingly, forcing them back up once the nurse had walked off and was sauntering down the hall. Now all he needed to do was wait. Bed checks came every ten minutes right after lights out, until around eleven. Then it was assumed all patients were down for the night and they didn't check in again until sunrise. So when his door opened for the last time, Fisher curled up and seemingly dead to the world, he knew that it was time to move. Creeping out of bed, he put an ear to the door, listnening for the footsteps of the nurse to fade. Then he went to work on the lock, snapping the hairpin in half and prodding at the tumblers until the door opened with a loud, satisfying (but dangerous) click. Staying low, Fisher peered out into the hallway, checking for anyone passing by. More luck- coast was clear, and two nurses could be heard talking loudly at the nurses' station far off down the hall. Staying low, he crept silently to James' door, checking down both directions of the hall once more before setting to work on the lock.
What: More rule breaking
When: Late night, around 11pm
Where: Their rooms
Rating: TBD
Ninety percent of Fisher's plan had been pure luck. He had been trying to think of some brilliant plan to get into James' room without someone following him. He couldn't convince the staff that he didn't need someone tailing him because he was no longer suicidal, and he couldn't outrun whoaver he was with. It was looking pretty hopeless. James' plan had been brilliant, there was no way he could top that. Except, of course, with dumb luck. While sitting in the rec room next to his assigned nurse, Fisher had found the hairpin. He'd always wondered how those little hats stayed on the nurses' heads. He had managed to palm it without anyone noticing, slipping it into the waistband of his scrub pants.
More blatant luck came later, when one of the night staff called in sick. That meant there wasn't a spare body to hang around Fisher's room all night, which meant sedation. He swallowed the pills easily and willingly, forcing them back up once the nurse had walked off and was sauntering down the hall. Now all he needed to do was wait. Bed checks came every ten minutes right after lights out, until around eleven. Then it was assumed all patients were down for the night and they didn't check in again until sunrise. So when his door opened for the last time, Fisher curled up and seemingly dead to the world, he knew that it was time to move. Creeping out of bed, he put an ear to the door, listnening for the footsteps of the nurse to fade. Then he went to work on the lock, snapping the hairpin in half and prodding at the tumblers until the door opened with a loud, satisfying (but dangerous) click. Staying low, Fisher peered out into the hallway, checking for anyone passing by. More luck- coast was clear, and two nurses could be heard talking loudly at the nurses' station far off down the hall. Staying low, he crept silently to James' door, checking down both directions of the hall once more before setting to work on the lock.