George had been given enough medication to kill an elephant twice over. Given her incredible metabolism she currently felt pleasantly buzzed. Initially she'd felt every terrible sensation of overdosing and beyond what a normal person should ever have to live through-- though it was far from the worst thing George had ever been forced to experience.
Frank's insight, however, had all the ghosts chattering. What an exciting development! Trauma. If only they could talk back to him, maybe then they could get through to him.
"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to them." George peered through the tiny window in his door at the man locked up inside. "Hold on."
George left the hallway momentarily to go back to the scene of the incident. She took one of the keycards from the body of a fallen doctor and left just in time as a crew of reinforcements came to clean up the damage. George used the keycard to enter Frank's room and just in the time it took her to realize it only unlocked from the outside, the door slammed shut.
"Fuck!"
He's a high security risk, explained one of the spirits of the dead. George frowned, "Here. You want this?" She handed Frank the security card, unsure it would do either one of them any good now.
"Can you just tell them some more shit so they'll get over being dead and move on? Please? You did just kill them. It's the least you could do."
Then George remembered how easily Frank killed all those doctors and orderlies. Though he couldn't kill George, he could probably inflict enough would-be fatal wounds to make her regret ever coming.
"...Just to get them to leave? Fuck, make something up. I don't care."