Medical Ward

[BladeRunner]

A small complex within Castle Blackthorne, the Medical Ward consists of various labs, hospital abd surgery rooms, and even a waiting room. This is where Corpse-Sowers spend a lot of their time

 

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Just another day... No one to really patch up. What a drag.

Deep within the confines of the Blackthorne Estate was the Medical Ward, a small series of rooms dedicated for different purposes between an actual waiting and reception lounge, examination rooms, private consultation, laboratories, and thereof. It was well maintained much like the rest of the property inside and outside, during the night it was more lively due to the undead residents of Blackthorne but during the day? Quite the opposite. It was ironically dead. 

The only living beings in and out of the Ward offices were the Blackthorne staff who frequently cleaned and stocked supplies. Sanitation was an absolute necessity given all sorts of patients that the doctors and nurses, known as Corpse Sowers, had to check and help if needed. But that much wasn't necessarily true for the one Grave Warden, the head doctor of the establishment. Powerful, knowledgeable, meant to be wise medical practitioners, the Grave Warden was to take all things seriously but with a lighter and chipper tone. But that much wasn't necessarily true for the one Grave Warden. 

It was morning in the early weeks of March, much of the snow around the estate was still present as winter wasn't quite finished with Montana. Cleaners were currently vacuuming, dusting, and wiping down the halls and rooms whilst one individual was leaned back in an office chair, headset on and controller in hand, playing a game on a large flat screen television. On the screen was the first person point of view of the man running with a rifle, taking cover in a building, and after doing a quick sweep of the rooms he went prone just hallway out of a balcony door. The character on the game would aim often and alternate between that and checking other immediate surroundings. 

"Yeah... No yeah, D is covered. We still got it. I- Hold on... I've got a tank and a buggie headed towards my way, pinging them now." The man in the office said into his headset's microphone. 

Kabiki Nasago was the head doctor of the vampiric Blackthorne Coven. Under normal circumstances he should be resting like his other undead cohorts... If only the insomnia died with his first life. Instead of sleep he was playing video games, finding the inability to dream he'd pull a triple shift on purpose until it was time to throw in the towel. On a stable next to him was a plate of several quesadillas cut up with a large side of sour cream in a bowl. And the beverage? An open can of Dr. Pepper. There was glass with a light amount of blood next to the dishes. 

Many had found the good doctor lazy in that regard, using an inpatients' room as his own, but, who could stop him? The master of the coven didn't care too much and the Medical Ward was closed for the time being, so why not use it?