Hospital

**Omeganitros** · 06-7-2005, 09:28 AM

RE: Hospital

Oh, heck yes. I love these.

B.

**MalReynolds** · 06-7-2005, 09:38 AM

RE: Hospital

The slip of paper in your hand is wet; it's been raining for ten minutes. You check the slip, but you can't make out the address anymore. This is probably it.

You kick the stand on your bike, and lean it over. Gazing upward, you make a note of the hospital name, "Blessed Heart". The letters are red, but they soon fade from sight as you step under the ambulance awning. The automatic doors slide open, and you step inside. You slowly approach the front desk, expecting to see a friendly nurse to direct you to your friends room... But instead you find...

No one.

The door shuts behind you.

The hair on your arm stands up, and you shiver. You walk back to the door, but it doesn't open. You break out into a cold sweat, the lights beating down on you but not warming... Goosebumps run up your arms.

--

There's a trashcan to your side, as well as several rows of chairs. Red vinyl, it looks like. The light in the corner is flickering, casting a strange shadow on the floor. The nurses desk is empty, but there is a phone on the surface. Upon closer examination, you notice that the phone has been disconnected. The line has been severed with what looks like a knife, or a dull pair of scissors.

A: Smash the window
B: Try reconnecting the phone
C: Have a sit down
D: Examine the flickering light

**Omeganitros** · 06-7-2005, 09:42 AM

RE: Hospital

I'll have to go with A.

**MalReynolds** · 06-7-2005, 09:48 AM

RE: Hospital

The slip of paper in your hand is wet; it's been raining for ten minutes. You check the slip, but you can't make out the address anymore. This is probably it.

You kick the stand on your bike, and lean it over. Gazing upward, you make a note of the hospital name, "Blessed Heart". The letters are red, but they soon fade from sight as you step under the ambulance awning. The automatic doors slide open, and you step inside. You slowly approach the front desk, expecting to see a friendly nurse to direct you to your friends room... But instead you find...

No one.

The door shuts behind you.

The hair on your arm stands up, and you shiver. You walk back to the door, but it doesn't open. You break out into a cold sweat, the lights beating down on you but not warming... Goosebumps run up your arms.

--

There's a trashcan to your side, as well as several rows of chairs. Red vinyl, it looks like. The light in the corner is flickering, casting a strange shadow on the floor. The nurses desk is empty, but there is a phone on the surface. Upon closer examination, you notice that the phone has been disconnected. The line has been severed with what looks like a knife, or a dull pair of scissors.

--

Frantically, you begin to look for a way out. Your eyes dialate, and the walls feel like they're closing in. Your breath is coming in short gasps, not seeming to fill your lungs.

You grab the trashcan, and scatter the contents along the floor. It is heavy in your hands, and you look at the glass door. With all of your strength, you hurl the trashcan at the door. You close your eyes to avoid the glass, but the window doesn't shatter. Instead, you hear a strange thudding noise, and open your eyes just in time to see the metal trashcan flying back at you.

Because you waited so long to smash the door, panic has set in. You are unable to avoid the trashcan, and it hits you in the face. Realization hits, although not as hard as the trashcan, and a sharp pain spreads across your forehead. You see blood begin to drip from your chin, and you pass out.

You awaken when lightning strikes and the thunderclap rattles your bones. You're still bleeding from the forehead; it looks like you'll need to stitch this shut or very slowly bleed to death. It shouldn't be too hard; you are in a hospital after all.

You have 10 turns before you pass out again.

A: Examine the flickering light
B: Try to reconnect the phone
C: Sift through the trash
D: Have a sit down
E: Go to the doors

**esupin** · 06-7-2005, 09:54 AM

RE: Hospital

This rocks so much more than those choose you own adventure books.

I'm going to have to go with C.

**MalReynolds** · 06-7-2005, 10:01 AM

RE: Hospital

The slip of paper in your hand is wet; it's been raining for ten minutes. You check the slip, but you can't make out the address anymore. This is probably it.

You kick the stand on your bike, and lean it over. Gazing upward, you make a note of the hospital name, "Blessed Heart". The letters are red, but they soon fade from sight as you step under the ambulance awning. The automatic doors slide open, and you step inside. You slowly approach the front desk, expecting to see a friendly nurse to direct you to your friends room... But instead you find...

No one.

The door shuts behind you.

The hair on your arm stands up, and you shiver. You walk back to the door, but it doesn't open. You break out into a cold sweat, the lights beating down on you but not warming... Goosebumps run up your arms.

--

There's a trashcan to your side, as well as several rows of chairs. Red vinyl, it looks like. The light in the corner is flickering, casting a strange shadow on the floor. The nurses desk is empty, but there is a phone on the surface. Upon closer examination, you notice that the phone has been disconnected. The line has been severed with what looks like a knife, or a dull pair of scissors.

--

Frantically, you begin to look for a way out. Your eyes dialate, and the walls feel like they're closing in. Your breath is coming in short gasps, not seeming to fill your lungs.

You grab the trashcan, and scatter the contents along the floor. It is heavy in your hands, and you look at the glass door. With all of your strength, you hurl the trashcan at the door. You close your eyes to avoid the glass, but the window doesn't shatter. Instead, you hear a strange thudding noise, and open your eyes just in time to see the metal trashcan flying back at you.

Because you waited so long to smash the door, panic has set in. You are unable to avoid the trashcan, and it hits you in the face. Realization hits, although not as hard as the trashcan, and a sharp pain spreads across your forehead. You see blood begin to drip from your chin, and you pass out.

You awaken when lightning strikes and the thunderclap rattles your bones. You're still bleeding from the forehead; it looks like you'll need to stitch this shut or very slowly bleed to death. It shouldn't be too hard; you are in a hospital after all.

--

You look down at the trash that's scattered about. Most of it is red, soaking up your blood. Any papers in here that could have offered information are now ruined. In the clutter, you do spy a pair of scissors. You pick them up, and then continue looking around the trash. You spy a length of fabric. You wrap this around the scisccor tip and place the scissors in your pocket.

There's another length of fabric on the ground, which you wrap around your head, extending the time you can go before you pass out from blood loss.

You have 14 turns before you pass out.

A: Examine the flickering light
B: Try to reconnect the phone
C: Have a sit down
D: Open the doors

**esupin** · 06-7-2005, 10:04 AM

RE: Hospital

Time to take action.

D.

**MalReynolds** · 06-7-2005, 10:12 AM

RE: Hospital

The slip of paper in your hand is wet; it's been raining for ten minutes. You check the slip, but you can't make out the address anymore. This is probably it.

You kick the stand on your bike, and lean it over. Gazing upward, you make a note of the hospital name, "Blessed Heart". The letters are red, but they soon fade from sight as you step under the ambulance awning. The automatic doors slide open, and you step inside. You slowly approach the front desk, expecting to see a friendly nurse to direct you to your friends room... But instead you find...

No one.

The door shuts behind you.

The hair on your arm stands up, and you shiver. You walk back to the door, but it doesn't open. You break out into a cold sweat, the lights beating down on you but not warming... Goosebumps run up your arms.

--

There's a trashcan to your side, as well as several rows of chairs. Red vinyl, it looks like. The light in the corner is flickering, casting a strange shadow on the floor. The nurses desk is empty, but there is a phone on the surface. Upon closer examination, you notice that the phone has been disconnected. The line has been severed with what looks like a knife, or a dull pair of scissors.

--

Frantically, you begin to look for a way out. Your eyes dialate, and the walls feel like they're closing in. Your breath is coming in short gasps, not seeming to fill your lungs.

You grab the trashcan, and scatter the contents along the floor. It is heavy in your hands, and you look at the glass door. With all of your strength, you hurl the trashcan at the door. You close your eyes to avoid the glass, but the window doesn't shatter. Instead, you hear a strange thudding noise, and open your eyes just in time to see the metal trashcan flying back at you.

Because you waited so long to smash the door, panic has set in. You are unable to avoid the trashcan, and it hits you in the face. Realization hits, although not as hard as the trashcan, and a sharp pain spreads across your forehead. You see blood begin to drip from your chin, and you pass out.

You awaken when lightning strikes and the thunderclap rattles your bones. You're still bleeding from the forehead; it looks like you'll need to stitch this shut or very slowly bleed to death. It shouldn't be too hard; you are in a hospital after all.

--

You look down at the trash that's scattered about. Most of it is red, soaking up your blood. Any papers in here that could have offered information are now ruined. In the clutter, you do spy a pair of scissors. You pick them up, and then continue looking around the trash. You spy a length of fabric. You wrap this around the scisccor tip and place the scissors in your pocket.

There's another length of fabric on the ground, which you wrap around your head, extending the time you can go before you pass out from bloodloss.

--

You stagger over to the nurses station door, using a chair to help you keep balance. It's locked. You trundle over to the ER doors. Those too are locked, but with a numerical keypad. Things aren't exactly coming up aces for you. There's something odd about the nurses station; it's not directly open. There are two holes for forms to be handed through, and the rest is made out of plexiglass. It would be impossible to vault into the nurses station, break the glass, or fit into the station through the form holes... You can, however, fit a hand in and grab the forms on the other side.

You have 13 turns before you pass out from bloodloss.

A: Examine the flickering light
B: Try to reconnect the phone (On the outside of the glass)
C: Have a sit down
D: Reach under the plexiglass and grab the forms

**esupin** · 06-7-2005, 10:18 AM

RE: Hospital

Uno más.

D.

**MalReynolds** · 06-7-2005, 10:28 AM

RE: Hospital

The slip of paper in your hand is wet; it's been raining for ten minutes. You check the slip, but you can't make out the address anymore. This is probably it.

You kick the stand on your bike, and lean it over. Gazing upward, you make a note of the hospital name, "Blessed Heart". The letters are red, but they soon fade from sight as you step under the ambulance awning. The automatic doors slide open, and you step inside. You slowly approach the front desk, expecting to see a friendly nurse to direct you to your friends room... But instead you find...

No one.

The door shuts behind you.

The hair on your arm stands up, and you shiver. You walk back to the door, but it doesn't open. You break out into a cold sweat, the lights beating down on you but not warming... Goosebumps run up your arms.

--

There's a trashcan to your side, as well as several rows of chairs. Red vinyl, it looks like. The light in the corner is flickering, casting a strange shadow on the floor. The nurses desk is empty, but there is a phone on the surface. Upon closer examination, you notice that the phone has been disconnected. The line has been severed with what looks like a knife, or a dull pair of scissors.

--

Frantically, you begin to look for a way out. Your eyes dialate, and the walls feel like they're closing in. Your breath is coming in short gasps, not seeming to fill your lungs.

You grab the trashcan, and scatter the contents along the floor. It is heavy in your hands, and you look at the glass door. With all of your strength, you hurl the trashcan at the door. You close your eyes to avoid the glass, but the window doesn't shatter. Instead, you hear a strange thudding noise, and open your eyes just in time to see the metal trashcan flying back at you.

Because you waited so long to smash the door, panic has set in. You are unable to avoid the trashcan, and it hits you in the face. Realization hits, although not as hard as the trashcan, and a sharp pain spreads across your forehead. You see blood begin to drip from your chin, and you pass out.

You awaken when lightning strikes and the thunderclap rattles your bones. You're still bleeding from the forehead; it looks like you'll need to stitch this shut or very slowly bleed to death. It shouldn't be too hard; you are in a hospital after all.

--

You look down at the trash that's scattered about. Most of it is red, soaking up your blood. Any papers in here that could have offered information are now ruined. In the clutter, you do spy a pair of scissors. You pick them up, and then continue looking around the trash. You spy a length of fabric. You wrap this around the scisccor tip and place the scissors in your pocket.

There's another length of fabric on the ground, which you wrap around your head, extending the time you can go before you pass out from bloodloss.

--

You stagger over to the nurses station door, using a chair to help you keep balance. It's locked. You trundle over to the ER doors. Those too are locked, but with a numerical keypad. Things aren't exactly coming up aces for you. There's something odd about the nurses station; it's not directly open. There are two holes for forms to be handed through, and the rest is made out of plexiglass. It would be impossible to vault into the nurses station, break the glass, or fit into the station through the form holes... You can, however, fit a hand in and grab the forms on the other side.

--

You slide your hand under the plexiglass, but you can't reach the papers.... You remember the scissors you had in your pocket. Those would reach. You get a firm grip on the handle, and slide the point towards the forms. The tip brushes the form away from you, and it falls off the counter. Damn. You hear something click. It sounds like the door locking again, but more metallic. You begin to slide your hand out, when you realize what was making that noise. You look up, and in the cieling of the nurses station, there is a blade, long, sharp, and poised over your hand. There's another click, and the blade falls.

You try to slide your hand out, but the scissors get caught in the opening. You turn your hand, and the blade falls, cleaving the scissor blades from the handle where they were. With a sigh of relief, you put the handles back in your pocket.

You have 12 turns before you pass out.

A: Examine the flickering light.
B: Try to recconect the phone.
C: Have a sit down.

(I'll give it two more, but there's lots to this story)

**pntballa18** · 06-7-2005, 10:37 AM

RE: Hospital

A, because no one has yet

**MalReynolds** · 06-7-2005, 10:46 AM

RE: Hospital

The slip of paper in your hand is wet; it's been raining for ten minutes. You check the slip, but you can't make out the address anymore. This is probably it.

You kick the stand on your bike, and lean it over. Gazing upward, you make a note of the hospital name, "Blessed Heart". The letters are red, but they soon fade from sight as you step under the ambulance awning. The automatic doors slide open, and you step inside. You slowly approach the front desk, expecting to see a friendly nurse to direct you to your friends room... But instead you find...

No one.

The door shuts behind you.

The hair on your arm stands up, and you shiver. You walk back to the door, but it doesn't open. You break out into a cold sweat, the lights beating down on you but not warming... Goosebumps run up your arms.

--

There's a trashcan to your side, as well as several rows of chairs. Red vinyl, it looks like. The light in the corner is flickering, casting a strange shadow on the floor. The nurses desk is empty, but there is a phone on the surface. Upon closer examination, you notice that the phone has been disconnected. The line has been severed with what looks like a knife, or a dull pair of scissors.

--

Frantically, you begin to look for a way out. Your eyes dialate, and the walls feel like they're closing in. Your breath is coming in short gasps, not seeming to fill your lungs.

You grab the trashcan, and scatter the contents along the floor. It is heavy in your hands, and you look at the glass door. With all of your strength, you hurl the trashcan at the door. You close your eyes to avoid the glass, but the window doesn't shatter. Instead, you hear a strange thudding noise, and open your eyes just in time to see the metal trashcan flying back at you.

Because you waited so long to smash the door, panic has set in. You are unable to avoid the trashcan, and it hits you in the face. Realization hits, although not as hard as the trashcan, and a sharp pain spreads across your forehead. You see blood begin to drip from your chin, and you pass out.

You awaken when lightning strikes and the thunderclap rattles your bones. You're still bleeding from the forehead; it looks like you'll need to stitch this shut or very slowly bleed to death. It shouldn't be too hard; you are in a hospital after all.

--

You look down at the trash that's scattered about. Most of it is red, soaking up your blood. Any papers in here that could have offered information are now ruined. In the clutter, you do spy a pair of scissors. You pick them up, and then continue looking around the trash. You spy a length of fabric. You wrap this around the scisccor tip and place the scissors in your pocket.

There's another length of fabric on the ground, which you wrap around your head, extending the time you can go before you pass out from bloodloss.

--

You stagger over to the nurses station door, using a chair to help you keep balance. It's locked. You trundle over to the ER doors. Those too are locked, but with a numerical keypad. Things aren't exactly coming up aces for you. There's something odd about the nurses station; it's not directly open. There are two holes for forms to be handed through, and the rest is made out of plexiglass. It would be impossible to vault into the nurses station, break the glass, or fit into the station through the form holes... You can, however, fit a hand in and grab the forms on the other side.

--

You slide your hand under the plexiglass, but you can't reach the papers.... You remember the scissors you had in your pocket. Those would reach. You get a firm grip on the handle, and slide the point towards the forms. The tip brushes the form away from you, and it falls off the counter. Damn. You hear something click. It sounds like the door locking again, but more metallic. You begin to slide your hand out, when you realize what was making that noise. You look up, and in the cieling of the nurses station, there is a blade, long, sharp, and poised over your hand. There's another click, and the blade falls.

You try to slide your hand out, but the scissors get caught in the opening. You turn your hand, and the blade falls, cleaving the scissor blades from the handle where they were. With a sigh of relief, you put the handles back in your pocket.

--

The light flickering in the corner has been bothering you for some time. It's constant flicker has proven to be a minor annoyance, and in light of the blade almost severing your hand... The andrenaline is a bit much. Your frustration level is high. You run over to the light, and look up. There's something in the vaccuum tube. Standing on your support chair, you reach up, and unscrew the lightbulb.

Surprisingly, it's not hot. It's cold to the touch. It continues to flicker in your hand. One end seems to have a screw on cap. As you tilt the long bulb, you hear something slide to the end, and the flickering stops. You carefully remove the end cap, and tilt the bulb in the other direction.

Something falls into your hand. It looks like an enlarged lightning bug, it's legs still kicking, and it's wings broken. It half heartedly lights up. It was impaled by the key that was stashed in the light, impaled when you tilted the bulb. You slide the overgrown bug off of the key, and examine it closely. There's an engraving near the top:

"Nurse Station Key"

You have 11 turns before you pass out.

A: Enter the nurse station
B: Have a sit down
C: Try to reconnect the phone

**pntballa18** · 06-7-2005, 10:49 AM

RE: Hospital

Oh who had the good geuss?

**MalReynolds** · 06-7-2005, 11:06 AM

RE: Hospital

Game over for now. I'll be back later.

Mal

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