The Hospital Wing was on the far side of Tadfield Manor. By the time she got there, Sister Mary's hands were growing numb from the seeping coldness of the bucket of ice.
She didn't know what to expect. The boy had been terrified. And the ghost had seem resigned to something dreadful. At least she had taken charge.
Sister Mary didn't mind following orders. She rather appreciated them.
She hadn't yet found any of her other employees. And that was making her feel nervous. In fact, she was beginning to feel panicky.
Was the Hospital Wing even in good enough working order to treat injured persons? Should she call a real ambulance? Tadfield Manor was so far out, though. Perhaps she'd just better check on the situation before she did anything.... Maybe Agnes would know what to do...
Something Agnes had said finally filtered into her head, then. "Get them beds," she repeated to herself. "Get them beds."
She latched onto this thought. This was something she knew how to do. She may not be able to heal, or massage, or make a decent margarita -- but damn it! she knew how to assign beds and rooms to her guests.
She almost smiled as she hurried her pace towards the hospital. She hadn't had anyone staying out in these guest rooms - they'd been too far away for room service. So she knew that the rooms would be free. Quickly, she did some calculations in her head. Yes, she knew exactly what was available on this side of the Manor- and exactly how much it would cost per night. She felt as prepared as she ever could be.
Finally, she reached the great wooden doors of the old hospital.
"Hello?" she called.
She followed the noises she heard -- and some of her anxiety began to return as she neared raised voices and moans. But she tried her best to remember the room descriptions, this weekend's entertainment programs, and the prices. Surely, her new guests would appreciate that....
The smell of something was lingering heavy in the air -- was that... blood? She gagged a little, and the heavy bucket almost slipped from her hands.
No, she said to herself, be strong. Now, I must remember to tell them that our new Chef will be preparing a lovely goat dish tomorrow for lunch, she thought doggedly.
Taking a final deep breath, she marched into the room, dropping the bucket of ice with a heavy bang. The images were coming at her too quickly. There was so much blood and burned flesh.
"I brought...the ice, Agnes," she mumbled, her words no louder than a breath.
She stepped backwards, her back against the wall. What had happened to these two...? and there were ...wings?
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Date: 2005-08-09 06:22 am (UTC)She didn't know what to expect. The boy had been terrified. And the ghost had seem resigned to something dreadful. At least she had taken charge.
Sister Mary didn't mind following orders. She rather appreciated them.
She hadn't yet found any of her other employees. And that was making her feel nervous. In fact, she was beginning to feel panicky.
Was the Hospital Wing even in good enough working order to treat injured persons? Should she call a real ambulance? Tadfield Manor was so far out, though. Perhaps she'd just better check on the situation before she did anything.... Maybe Agnes would know what to do...
Something Agnes had said finally filtered into her head, then. "Get them beds," she repeated to herself. "Get them beds."
She latched onto this thought. This was something she knew how to do. She may not be able to heal, or massage, or make a decent margarita -- but damn it! she knew how to assign beds and rooms to her guests.
She almost smiled as she hurried her pace towards the hospital. She hadn't had anyone staying out in these guest rooms - they'd been too far away for room service. So she knew that the rooms would be free. Quickly, she did some calculations in her head. Yes, she knew exactly what was available on this side of the Manor- and exactly how much it would cost per night. She felt as prepared as she ever could be.
Finally, she reached the great wooden doors of the old hospital.
"Hello?" she called.
She followed the noises she heard -- and some of her anxiety began to return as she neared raised voices and moans. But she tried her best to remember the room descriptions, this weekend's entertainment programs, and the prices. Surely, her new guests would appreciate that....
The smell of something was lingering heavy in the air -- was that... blood? She gagged a little, and the heavy bucket almost slipped from her hands.
No, she said to herself, be strong. Now, I must remember to tell them that our new Chef will be preparing a lovely goat dish tomorrow for lunch, she thought doggedly.
Taking a final deep breath, she marched into the room, dropping the bucket of ice with a heavy bang. The images were coming at her too quickly. There was so much blood and burned flesh.
"I brought...the ice, Agnes," she mumbled, her words no louder than a breath.
She stepped backwards, her back against the wall. What had happened to these two...? and there were ...wings?