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Jan. 30th, 2009 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guppy_sandhuThe staff meeting has been going on for over an hour, working out what to do about the apparent supply of illicit substances into the geriatric rehabilitation ward.
The meeting is overcast by the recent admission of one of the patients to intensive care, though whether it is connected or not remains to be seen.
They form a plan of attack involving Security and the Police to narrow down the source.
They use up significant amounts of paperwork.
And then, they move out into the ward, expecting it to be a long, drawn out process.
Guppy opens the curtain of the first patient after his meeting to find a lad of about seventeen, taking some money in one hand and handing over a package of green stuff. He blinks.
"Well, that solves that one." he says with a sigh. "What part of 'these are sick people' do you find difficult?" He pushes the curtain all the way back. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
He's already signalling to the nurses to call Security back, hoping that the kid will take the hint and scarper without hurting anyone. Sure, he's not that big, but who knows who's carrying a knife around here...
He regrets taking his eyes off the kid when he finds himself rugby tackled to the floor and trodden on. Gasping to get his breath back, he scrambles to his feet in time to stop the kid from pushing a wheelchair over, but groans when he sees one of the medical students persuing the dealer.
"Idiot!" He mutters as he tears off after the pair, getting down to the stairwell in time to find the student clutching his nose.
"He got away!"
"Yes." Guppy says. "I know."
The meeting is overcast by the recent admission of one of the patients to intensive care, though whether it is connected or not remains to be seen.
They form a plan of attack involving Security and the Police to narrow down the source.
They use up significant amounts of paperwork.
And then, they move out into the ward, expecting it to be a long, drawn out process.
Guppy opens the curtain of the first patient after his meeting to find a lad of about seventeen, taking some money in one hand and handing over a package of green stuff. He blinks.
"Well, that solves that one." he says with a sigh. "What part of 'these are sick people' do you find difficult?" He pushes the curtain all the way back. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
He's already signalling to the nurses to call Security back, hoping that the kid will take the hint and scarper without hurting anyone. Sure, he's not that big, but who knows who's carrying a knife around here...
He regrets taking his eyes off the kid when he finds himself rugby tackled to the floor and trodden on. Gasping to get his breath back, he scrambles to his feet in time to stop the kid from pushing a wheelchair over, but groans when he sees one of the medical students persuing the dealer.
"Idiot!" He mutters as he tears off after the pair, getting down to the stairwell in time to find the student clutching his nose.
"He got away!"
"Yes." Guppy says. "I know."
