Re: log: dylan & max (daniel & lin too)
[Dylan looked the room over and he mentally cursed the little camera in the corner of the room, it was what they put in the room of patients labeled 1013. A code for suicide risk that got written onto the board whether a patient had shot himself in the fucking throat or overdosed on tylenol PM. Overdoses, heroin or stimulant or alcohol, Dylan didn't think they exactly fit the 1013. Everybody was going to die sometime, and Daniel wasn't trying to slit his wrists or rip out his IVs at the moment... and even if he was, it was his life. Daniel should get to choose when it ended.]
Alright then. [Daniel confirmed wanting out, and Dylan glanced only once at Max and Lin. Then back to Daniel.] There are clothes in my backpack, you'll hate them, but I'll walk you into the bathroom with your IV cart shit, and you can change. He gave a glance back to Lin, assessing whether the younger man could be trusted with a menial job. Finally, he looked to Max instead.] Find me a wheelchair, try not to shoot anybody yes. I'll code red the nurse's station in fifteen minutes, and we're rolling out of here.
[Before they could argue, his eyes tightened, he was closing the bathroom door behind Daniel and himself for what was sure to be a complicated change of costume. Daniel was so skinny, Dylan probably should have brought a pair of leggings. Those would at least fit, and that was even more hilarious, but Dylan was going to save his laughs for later. When they all were free.]