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Hannibal the Cannibal {Dr Hannibal Lecter} ([personal profile] itrhymes) wrote in [community profile] sixwordstories2015-02-22 08:10 pm
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What are you doing in here?
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oh hello again

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[ The nurse comes to a rough and sudden halt when Lecter stops her -- though it seems that her mind takes a little longer to do the same. She struggles for a second to reorganize her words in her urgent haze while the other woman tries answering his question. ] A student, she collapsed--

She collapsed outside! A groundskeeper called me, he found her behind the boating house--

She's unresponsive, he said, but we called an ambulance, we were going down to assist until they arrive...


[ Damn it. Haruka works to keep her face neutral as the nurse and secretary trip over each other to speak, but she steps quietly backward and out of the vicinity of the small conglomeration of faculty members until the hallway breaks its course with a perpendicular path. With the nurse out of her office, Haruka toys with the idea of sneaking in and grabbing some provisions to tend to her wounds.

Unfortunately... It's awfully far away, and to get there without being seen would require a convoluted path. Ah, but this is the science wing. The labs will have first aid kits in the event of accidents. Good.

As quietly as she can, Haruka moves quickly down the hall, voices growing distorted with distance as they lose their finesse during their travel bouncing along walls and the tile floor. Laboratoire 01. The door is not locked, likely left by the usual instructor who inhabits this lab on a regular basis, out of convenience for himself and the nightly cleaning people. She slips inside.

As soon as she deposits her briefcase aggressively onto the instructor's desk, she hurriedly opens cabinets along the far wall. Books, beakers, more beakers, goggles, protective gloves -- then she sees it: a chemical emergency station sits attentive with a sink, shower, and -- yes, a first aid kit, right on the wall. Off comes the blazer, white shirt sleeve stained gruesomely with fresh blood, just before she begins to rummage through the box for wrappings. ]