PATCH ME UP [open]

[JOSHUA STEELE]

[style=border-top:5px solid #5165ae; margin-top: 0; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify; font-family: tahoma;] There were a couple places in the CDC that Joshua absolutely abhorred. Sure, he hated all of the places, it's just some he hated a lot more than others. He was in his second hated place today: the doctor's office. Joshua knew from long back the secrets of the CDC. He wasn't stupid enough to fall for the two-faced organization. Too many people died from "sickness" for it to sound normal. No, instead of a sanctuary, the CDC was a testing ground. People were sitting on an assembly line to their death. Of course, the "doctors" and scientists showed absolutely no mercy. In fact, sometimes they looked happy. They were in test subject heaven. Who wouldn't want to switch their lab rats for lab humans, after all? Joshua scoffed as he began sweeping the doctor's office. At the moment, the office was completely empty. They were probably at lunch or something. Joshua paused after he passed a clipboard on a desk. He walked back and eyed out the papers. Whenever he was in the room, Joshua would always take the time to snoop around. It was the only way he knew what was going on internally in the CDC. As of right now, CDC patients were the only ones tested on. If things got any worse, he'd pack up his things and book it out of there. His eyes narrowed as he skimmed the paper. Apparently, the last vaccinations were a failure. Joshua snorted. Of course it would be. The scientists and doctors were practically useless. They haven't came up with anything that remotely worked. It usually just made the patients even worse. Joshua sighed. He was surprised none of the patients noticed a thing yet. After everything that happened, he would have hoped that someone realized the number of people mysteriously dying. Joshua was no psychologist but he knew that fear did things to people. It blinded them to the truth. If someone respectable came up to him with the intention of breaking out of the CDC, Joshua would help at the get go. He was about ready to get out of this damned place. As of right now, it was a whole lot safer to be stuck in the zombie infested Nevada than be stuck in the prison of sure death. He'd rather be able to fight for his life than be forced to give it up to "research." Joshua clucked his tongue as he began emptying the trash into the larger one on his janitorial cart. He closed his eyes as gauze pads and alcohol swabs fell. There was no way he'd touch those things with his bare skin. Who knew what kind of messed up "medicine" found its way onto those. The sooner he finished the doctor's office, the better. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.[/style] [STYLE=font:10px arial; font-weight: bold;]tags: open words: 485 notes: open~ credit: template made by razzle of btn[/style]

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[NATHAN RUSSO]

Nathan detested the other doctors and hacks that this place had lurking about. Most of them were young or much older than he and for the record, were absolute quacks. They didn't know shit about medicine, which was both disappointing and unsurprising. Many of the doctors had been the first to go, due to their unfortunate, early exposure to the virus and locations at hospitals. So all that were left were the interns, resident, ancient doctors and the people who weren't good enough on the floors of the hospital. And because of how bad the shortage of doctors was currently, the United States' government was taking in anyone who had dragged themselves successfully out of medical school or had a fancy piece of paper from some college. Nathan wasn't entirely sure if his employers were even checking where these people were getting their degrees from, because many of the doctors seemed to be killing more of their patience than helping. The Englishman didn't care for America that much, much like the CDC's hospital, it was swarming with incompetence. Also, it smelled like shit, even before the walking dead had shown up.

Also, they were abnormally rude and therefore, pissed off the Brit to no end. He avoided them when at all possible, preferring to eat his lunch in his office. rather than spend any time with them in the doctor's lounge. This also gave him some peace and quiet, to look at the valid research he did have and case files which needed to be sorted, approved and sent back to his bosses' for updates. They wanted detailed records of every patient, in case there was some sort of connection. Not there was, really. This particular clipboard contained patient files of all variety, including some of the ones who had passed, many of them butchered by their doctors. It was unfortunate, but they had to include rather graphic photos, to prove that they were not somehow lying. The dark haired doc shoved open the door to the doctors' offices with his shoulder, a sandwich in one hand and a clipboard in the other. A unlit fag hung between his lips, waiting to be enjoyed with his ration of shitty beef on rye. His office was in the back corner of the offices, one of the bigger ones. It was nicely sized, he had to admit. It was equipped with a full desk and research counter, as well as an examination table. Everything in there was a complete disaster, due to Nathan's notorious inability to keep anything clean.

Soon, the middle-aged Brit found himself standing in front of one of the janitors whose name he had never bothered to learn. He had seen him around before, but he had neither the time or the care to learn anyone who was unimportant's name. Nathan sighed quietly and moved passed him, not bothering with any form of pleasantries. Setting his sandwich and clipboard on the table, he went to sit down, before realizing that his lighter was in his office somewhere. He sighed again, louder this time and abandoned the clipboard and sandwich on the table as he went on a wild hunt for his lighter in his office. It could take moments or an hour, depending on where he had left it. "Goh'ammit.. Where the fuck is my lighter?" he said louder than he had intended, tearing through one of his drawers. Out of frustration, he began to fling drawers and papers across his office, not caring where they landed or how cluttered the floor became. Soon, all of the drawers on his desk were on the floor or out in the main office and his floor covered in paper. Nathan grumbled and kicked his desk, causing the lighter which had been hidden behind a folder to fall on the floor.

Nathan grumbled loudly and snatched up the banged up lighter, before sparking up the fag between his lips. He took a calming drag and exited his office, closing the door behind him. He'd have somebody clean it up later. After he had his lunch, perhaps. The British doctor blinked, glancing at the janitor who evidently hadn't left yet. "What do you think you're doing?" he questioned coolly. "Don't you have work to do?"

[JOSHUA STEELE]

[style=border-top:5px solid #5165ae; margin-top: 0; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify; font-family: tahoma;] Josh watched coolly as the head doctor walked into the room with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. This doctor was one of the more memorable ones. The loner British snob of a gentleman. From what Josh heard, the man had kept his daughter somewhere around the place. Josh sighed. To be the daughter of the head would be a wonderful yet horrible position. Because of her status, the girl automatically was given life. Yet, she was forced to know of her father's sins while she watched others die. What kind of father would ever want his daughter to go through such a heartache? Then again, the girl might not know what her father is doing. Josh didn't know what to think, exactly. Yet, he wasn't the type of person to blame the girl for something her father did. Josh liked to think he was better than that. His brow rose when the doctor sighed yet made no other sign of acknowledgement towards Josh. To a certain extent, he was rather relieved. The less attention, the better. Yet at the same time, he was rather pissed. The least the man could do was nod or something. Was the doctor that much of a snob that the lower ones meant nothing to him? Well, all that did was give him another reason to hate the place. He pushed the cart to leave when the doctor yelled... something in his British drawl. In curiosity, Josh backtracked and peered into the doctor's office. Drawers and papers covered the ground in heaps.He rubbed his brow in irritation. Who the hell was going to clean that mess up?! Josh laughed when the doctor finally acknowledged him... with a rather rude remark. He waved his hand in a mock apology. "Sorry, doc. Sounded like there was a zombie in there. I got excited, but then you came out," He replied with a shrug. He wasn't one to take shit from the stupid doctors. Who did they think they were? Sure he was only a janitor, but he was one of the few people that kept the place truly running. If no other janitors or people of the sort were here, the whole place would run amok. And after seeing the wonderful cleaning skills of the doctor, he knew that they'd be doomed. He wasn't sure if the doctor noticed, but the trash cans were emptied and the ground was swept. Josh didn't even have his lunch break yet. If anything, those words should have been directed at the doctor. He stared at the doctor. What kind of doctor smokes in a doctor's office. It was rather hypocritical, if anything. The way that Josh saw it, the head doctor would die of lung cancer before he accomplished anything worthwhile in the CDC. It'd be a slight shame too. While Josh hated doctors, even he had to realize that the one in front of him was one of the more capable ones. He snorted at the doctor before turning away. "What a shame."[/style] [STYLE=font:10px arial; font-weight: bold;]tags: open; Doc~ words: 517 notes: Ribbit... credit: template made by razzle of btn[/style]

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