"Where did all the doctors go? Were any unaffected? Is it contagious?"
"We're not PR, I can't tell you anything. " the man says, seeming very tired," To be honest I don't really know anything more myself. The hospital is shut down, the doctors are nuts and we don't know why. If you really want to know more, just go home and watch tv. I'm sure you'll get more information from it then hanging around here."
(( And that, my dear Toaster, is the right question. To get PW to lead you right into a temporal paradox and cease existing 
Seriously, great question, but it wouldn't surprise me if it ends up making you suspended, since you're a ways downstream from Pyro, who's still at the hospital.))
Steep... but money spent now is supplies I'll have later. Not sure how true that will be in a week. Or even a day.
Let's see, what else... right, what I went to the hospital to try and get access to...
Assess whether my current pile of supplies would fit comfortably in the van, head over to the pharmacy section and take a look at what sort of first-aid kits and other medical supplies they have. Interested in a general first aid kit, some splinting material, and sterile scalpels. Throw a bottle of pain killers in the cart as well, get new total.
Remember how to buy more pre-paid time with this phone
(( SPEND ALL THE MONEY! ))
You think your current load of urban camping goods would fit well enough in your van, after a bit or reorganizing. You play mental tetris with the contents of your van as you head over to the pharmacy section of the store and start rummaging. Standard first aid kits are fairly cheap, as are things like splinting supplies, gauze and bandages, but Scalpels are nowhere to be seen. These supplies, minus scalpels, and plus some over the counter pain killers. would probably bring your total near to 400 bucks. As per the cellphone, thats 15 cents a minute.
((Nah, the two of us simply won't have met. In his timeline, I do not exist where he is at the moment.
Which will be very confusing if I head to The Pier around 6:40 PM and see him, even though he was there a good couple of turns ago, but in my timeline, that's where he is.))
Shots fired.
We should leave. The police will probably want this place evacuated, especially now that there've been shots fired.
Samuel takes the card that was left by the mad (and half-correct) man on the reception desk and attempts to leave the hospital and head home, stopping if asked to by an authority.
You pick the man's card up off the desk and quietly slip out the front door. You make your way around to the parking garage and calmly get in your car and leave. As you pull out, more police cars pull in. You proceed to drive home, very slowly and very carefully, taking a rather round about way that ends up taking you almost an hour for a 15 minute trip. When you finally do get home, you ride the elevator up to your apartment and sit down on the couch, trying to regain your composure. It is clear that bad things are happening; things that are hard to rationally explain. You don't, in particular, like it when things can't be easily explained in a calm, rational manner. It makes you nervous.
I frown and put my hand on my chin as I look at the extravagant mess that is my motorcycle.
Well, it'll get me out of the city, but I think I need something I can travel for more than a day or so in.
...
I really should've thought this out.
Take a minute or so to think my situation out some more. Do I know any rental car companies nearby? Where's a nearby gas station?
You know gas stations are prevalent enough that you don't have to worry about it, at least for the moment. There's one just down the street, and several others within a few minutes drive. As per rental cars, you're not entirely sure. You've never had to use one so you're not really sure. You could check the internet; seems like the most rational thing to do. Then again, this all assumes that driving out of town will make you somehow safer. If this is happening in other cities, then it's rather meaningless. Unless you plan on camping out in the middle of a field in the middle of winter somewhere out beyond the city limits.
((Sorry, I forgot posting, been busy. And ER took all my free computer time))
Comply with the nurse. Get my stuff, get dressed and washed and stuff. Try to grab something to eat too.
You follow the nurse, who shuffles you along through the nursing station, to the administration offices. She shoves a packet of papers in your face and has you initial this one and sign that one and put your social security number here and there, along with a vast array of other personal information you could have sworn they should have on file. Once you're done with all the paper work she, rather unceremoniously, leads you to the front door where your SUV is waiting.
"Your things are in a cardboard box in the car." she says, handing you the keys. "You can keep the uniform."
You try to protest to wanting to use the facilities one last time, for breakfast and a shower, but she closes the asylum's big tarnished brass doors in your face.
"Making friends wherever I go..." you mutter to yourself.
You sniffle in the cold, thirsty and a bit hungry.
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