Czigani had a tough time focusing on what the girl was saying, since being in such close proximity of her elicited unusual feelings, almost like some odd connection on a level completely foreign to her. She had to refocus her thoughts, and shake off whatever vibes were crawling up her spine, drawing her attention back to the conversation about Jimmy. She almost felt taken aback by the girl’s lack of faith in Czi’s ability to get something done and just shook her head in disappointment. 

“Look, rich girl, I know you may have done things differently back in the lush and fancy world you were ripped from, but here in [i]Hell’s waiting area[/i], we don’t play by any rules, because you just end up flat on your back.” A smirk formed across her lips as she arched an eyebrow. “Although, no doubt you’re probably used to that position.” Czi winked at her. “I’m teasing, but the fact of the matter is, that kid over there might be a spineless bitch, but I know he won’t say anything because he knows I’ll slice his cock off and feed it to him.” Her voice went from a hushed tone to slightly raised on the last part, as she shot Jimmy a serious look. “Isn’t that right?” 

He simply nodded in acknowledgement as he rose to his feet from the floor, dusting off his blue scrubs and adjusting glasses that had seen better days.

“W-Whatever plan you have, miss, you may want t-to be quick, since Marge will be here soon.” 

“Marge? The nurse's name is Marge?” Czi bellowed, apparently thinking that as being a more unusual name than her own. Her ears suddenly honed in on the sound of heavy footsteps quickly approaching, and her smile faded.

“Shit here comes the hag…”

“Wait what? How do you know she’s-” Jimmy interjected, but was quickly cut off by an angry Czigani.

“Shhhhhut up you! Okay...rich girl, go play dead on the floor, and you, dumbass, go tend to her. I’ll be topside...”

Czi jumped and grabbed onto the pipework in the square opening she had come through earlier, and pulled herself up into the ceiling, just in time for the door locks to release and the nurse to come through the door. 

“Okay Jimmy, here’s another card, please don’t lose-” The nurse noticed Jimmy leaning over Kelly’s body on the floor and hurried over. “What’s going on here? What happened to the patient?”

“I-I don’t know ma’am, she collapsed.” Jimmy said, trying to hold back his nervousness as he peered up into the ceiling from the corner of his eye, catching a glimpse of the girl lowering down from her hiding spot. “...uh, and I think she may have hit her head…”

The nurse lifted Kelly’s head to examine, when the sound of the door suddenly slammed shut, causing both Jimmy and the nurse to turn their heads in that direction “What the heck?” The nurse exclaimed. ”I [i]know[/i] that door didn’t just close itself!”  

Jimmy looked up in the ceiling and then across the room and saw no one, then let out a long sigh. “No. No it didn’t ma’am…” 

Kelly’s brow immediately furrowed at the realization of the situation, and her eyes opened staring up at the old nurse with a sour expression. Her senses had already told her everything she needed to know, the sound of hurried footsteps, the trailing scent, and even the faint whisper of “suckers” that only Kelly’s hearing could pick up. The girl who’d promised to help, ended up only helping herself. 

“Are you okay, young lady?” The nurse asked Kelly, helping her to sit up, and putting a hand over her forehead. “You’re starting to feel hot, let’s get you back up on the bed and I’ll put a cold towel on your head.” 

She and Jimmy began helping her up, but Kelly wouldn’t have any of that as she pushed their hands away and easily stood up on her own, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Okay then” The nurse said with a bit of an attitude. “If that’s how it’s going to be, then I suppose I’ll be on my way. Jimmy get this girl a cold, damp towel for her head and then check on the woman next door in room 67.”

The young orderly nodded, knowing that there was no longer a woman in the next room, and the nurse walked out and down the hallway.

Jimmy looked over at Kelly with a sullen expression. “I’m sorry miss. I s-should I have warned you that might happen -that she might escape- but she’d already threatened me b-before and...” Jimmy swallowed hard before continuing. “...well, she said some terrible things that I’d rather n-not repeat to you.” 

He walked over to his cart, and picked up the stuff that had fallen earlier, placing them into their little bins. He also pulled out a set of light-blue scrubs from the bottom shelf and handed them to Kelly. “You can c-change out of that horrible gown if you want.” He said, giving her a forced smile, before heading toward the opened door. “Oh…” He turned around and placed his new keycard onto the small chair in the corner. “You might be needing this later…”

Jimmy left and closed the door behind him, which immediately engaged the locks. Kelly stood there holding the non-descript keycard, which she assumed could be used for many of the doors within the hospital. She also held up the scrubs that were folded nicely, pulled the top out and held it up to her chest to check the fit, which appeared suitable for her frame. Of course beggars can’t be choosers in this case. In the back of her mind, she could still sense a faint presence left by the girl who left them, and her scent was still strong, but where did it come from, and how is it that any normal person could have this kind of heightened awareness of her surroundings. 

Perhaps the time came to find out.

[@Xandrya]