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[trenchknives]

[Jimmy is heading towards the hospital, limping more heavily than usual, face pale and drawn, as though he's seen a ghost. And given what's been going on lately, he certainly has. He's taken out his phone to post a short message, and he sounds out of breath.]

If anyone knows... what the hell's going on, what the fuck is... just... I wanna know. I wanna know how this is possible.

[Another few ragged breaths, and the hospital is in view.]

I'm... going to the hospital. I think I'm sick. I dunno.

[Pushing open the door to the hospital, he immediately looks around, calling out.]

I need a doctor!

[[OOC: Feel free to run into Jimmy in the hospital or on the way, or over the network. He isn't actually sick, he just has no idea how to deal with the emotions that this curse is stirring up.]]

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[anunluckypenny]

[Cool it, Jimmy, it's just a flesh wound and a little fever.

Running on the assumption that Jimmy managed to get hurt before coming to the hospital, Penny makes a point of grabbing Wilson on her way down to get him, offering very little in the way of a coherent explanation.]

action; I SEE AN OPENING /dives headfirst into threadjacking

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson seriously has an issue with Penny getting up and walking around with a wound and a fever - both of which he fully considers to be his fault. But she won't go back to bed, and he knows (more from the network and less from her incoherent explanation) that Jimmy is down at the entrance in need of help. So, begrudgingly, he has to accept that the fastest way to get the both of them taken care of and somewhere safer than the entranceway is to just go along with her. At least he can keep an eye on her... for all the good that's done so far.

He's keeping an eye out for a lot of things - through the windows, for anything trying to get in, around the hallways, down each adjoining one, around each corner - and of course, looking out for the presumably injured young man.]

Re: action; /WELCOMES YOU WITH OPEN ARMS

[trenchknives]

[They'll find the not at all injured young man in the lobby, although it may not be immediately obvious that he's uninjured from the way he's doubled over and the grimace on his face. He looks up as soon as they approach.]

Hey, Penny.

[And then he looks at Wilson.]

You a doctor?

action; /SOMETHING RELEVANT AND HUMOROUS HERE

[anunluckypenny]

[Well, Penny has an issue laying around when there are flesh-eating monsters wandering about and not all of her people are relatively safe. (It's a good thing that Wilson is being attentive, though; goodness knows that she isn't.)

Penny immediately hugs Jimmy once they reach the entryway.]

He's a great doctor. Where're you hurt?

action; <3

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson is basically hell-bent on making sure nothing else happens to Penny, though he currently doubts he's capable of doing that.

He does offers a slight, tight smile. It's an attempt to be friendly in the midst of the madness, even as he's still looking around all around them, alert and nervous.]

I'm Doctor Wilson.

[And Penny's already asking his first question, but he has a related follow-up.]

Are you able to walk? The wards, upstairs and further in, are much safer.

[trenchknives]

Yeah, yeah, I can walk, I'm not injured, I just...

[He shakes his head, already ready to move towards the wards.]

I don't feel right. I dunno, I think I'm gettin' sick with somethin'. I can't breathe, I'm fuckin'... I don't feel steady.

[anunluckypenny]

We should get going before something else comes in.

[Penny sticks with Jimmy, still concerned. Maybe he is sick.]

Don't worry, okay? Stay calm. I'm sure that whatever's wrong can be fixed.

[dr_conscience]

My thoughts exactly.

[He's perfectly happy for them to stick together; it makes it easier for him to keep an eye on the both of them. Which he does, still keeping an eye out in all directions, hyper-alert and (rightfully) paranoid. What Jimmy's describing sounds like he's in danger of going into a panic attack more than anything else.]

Right now we'll just focus on moving, all right? We need to take this one thing at a time: we stick together, keep walking, get to safety. That's how we'll handle it... we just need to handle each thing as it comes.

[trenchknives]

Yeah, okay, I can do that. I just... fuck.

[Dr. Wilson would be right guessing that Jimmy is far closer to a panic attack than actually being sick, but Jimmy has no idea what a panic attack really means, and though he's experienced them before, has always chalked them up to being sick. He's convinced, somehow, that these ghouls that have been appearing have infected him with some kind of sickness.]

I saw this... I saw a fuckin'...

[He shakes his head, and concentrates on heading in the direction Wilson guides him. He can't quite go into it yet.]

[anunluckypenny]

[Penny follows Wilson's lead. It's a good thing he's here; she's not at her best mentally and is just as likely to stumble into a horde of ghouls as anything else. She pats Jimmy's shoulder while they walk.]

It's okay. We can talk about it later, right?

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson nods, still keeping on the alert as he herds them towards the elevators. Up and into the central wards.]

We can... remember, one thing at a time. First we get ourselves somewhere safer, then we'll get you checked out and we can talk about it - if you want to.

[It's an important addendum, if you want to. Pushing too directly can always backfire, make somebody shut down.]

[trenchknives]

Okay. I got a gun if anythin' gets inside.

[Because focusing on what he can do well has always served him better than facing a problem head on. At least, he thinks so. It's probably let to a lot of repression of feelings. Feelings that he's now feeling intensely, and from the way he stumbles slightly as he walks, he's disoriented, too.]

[anunluckypenny]

Wait... how unsafe is it here?

[She hasn't seen anything yet. Then again, Penny hasn't been doing a lot of looking for things that could kill people. (Her priorities are unique.)]

[dr_conscience]

Normally I'd advise against bringing a gun into the wards, but under the circumstances...

[Under the circumstances, he'll make sure you haven't been bitten and aren't going into a fever-induced delirium anytime soon. As far as Penny goes, he's not expecting the her, in her condition, to be keeping on the alert. All the more reason he's worrying incessantly about it himself.]

It's certainly safer than a lot of other places, but I can't say I'm honestly sure. What I do know is that our security is focused on keeping a concentrated area safe, so that they can do that as effectively as possible.

[trenchknives]

I'm gonna keep it holstered unless somethin' shows up. I just kinda need...

[He needs it like he needs a security blanket. He needs to know that he can shoot something if it comes to that. Glancing at Penny, he manages to smile weakly.]

Nothin' is gonna get you, okay? We'll be safe.

[Then glances at Wilson.]

Hey. Thanks.

[anunluckypenny]

Just don't accidentally shoot anyone who's not a monster?

[She smiles back at Jimmy, but she doesn't feel particularly threatened. The hospital seems safe so far.]

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson offers a slight smile and nod in response to Jimmy's thanks. As they get further in towards the wards, he's less jumpy. Still looking out and staying on the alert, of course.]

We are here to help. Not that it's exactly what I had in mind in medical school.

[Being in the City wasn't entirely planned either, of course. He glances to Penny, nodding at her concern - he shares it, hence he'll be making sure Jimmy's not going to go delirious on them anytime soon.]

We will be all right. We'll stay calm and stay together, and we'll be safe.

[It's addressed to everyone, himself included. Last time something like this happened, he wasn't actually there to see much beyond the initial outbreak. He doesn't intend on that happening again.]

[trenchknives]

[Jimmy keeps looking around, too, his head constantly moving, his eyes constantly flicking from corner to corner, making sure there's nothing out there. He does feel better as they get closer to the wards -- getting closer inside only sounds like a good thing. His breathing is still ragged, and he doesn't know why he can't calm down. It's starting to really bother him.]

Okay, so, um... you can fix me, right? Whatever I'm sick with, you can fix? Penny, ya said he was a good doctor, right?

[anunluckypenny]

Med school didn't tell you how to deal with zombie invasions?

[Maybe she's slightly delirious, because the thought of teaching a bunch of doctors-in-training to fend off hoards of the undead is really funny. But no, keeping calm, staying together, seeing what's wrong with Jimmy, getting someplace safe. Not necessarily in that order.

She squeezes Jimmy's shoulder reassuringly.]

The best doctor. You'll be okay. We all will.

[dr_conscience]

Oddly enough.

[That and a shake of his head are his response to Penny's zombie invasion query. Jimmy's question is a bit less easy to handle, so he's glad for the endorsement. He gives her a brief smile, before going back to watching out along their path.

He'd argue against being called "the best", but under the circumstances, it's not a battle he feels like picking. Besides, it would hardly instill confidence.]

Once we get upstairs, we'll get you checked out. We'll take the fixing from there.

[He already has doubts that it's physiological, but that doesn't mean Jimmy isn't getting checked over. Or that what is wrong won't be addressed.]

[trenchknives]

[Penny's reassurances help, and he nods slightly, attempting to express his gratitude without quite knowing how to put it into words.]

Okay. Yeah.

[Jimmy lapses into silence as they head up the stairs to the wards, trying to concentrate on his breathing, trying to calm himself down. He's seen a lot of things in his life, things he never wanted to see, things he can never forget, but what he saw tonight really jarred him, made him question a whole hell of a lot of things.

He doesn't know if the doctor can fix that. He doesn't usually trust doctors. But he has to trust this one, because he feels like he's dying.]