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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.]]

Comments

[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.]