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Jason starts collecting blankets, and once he had his fill, he'll shuttle the first load to the children's ward.

Jason manages to fold and carry six blankets before it starts becoming quite heavy. Each time he lifts a blanket, he sees nothing solid beneath it that might have deformed it into a human-shaped body. Either resting the torch on top or carefully clutching it while holding the blankets, he heads back towards the toilets. It's hard to tell if it's a trick of the light, but it was almost as though the mannequin's chest were rising and falling. As the movement attracts his gaze, it becomes more and more difficult to discern whether it was a detailed mannequin or a rigid, deformed corpse.

Jason attempts to shake the thought, but hurries back to the children's ward while attempting to be quiet and steer clear of the mannequin.

He finds Brianna dressed and seated on her gurney. She appears sleepy but other than that, she's recovered well form whatever was put in her system.

Jason tosses Brianna a blanket and procedes to cover the smallest and weakest children with an extra blanket.

"Thank you!" Brianna says, and pulls the extra blanket around her.

She watches Jason shuffle about the children's ward, then asks him curiously, "How long has it been storming out?"

"Not long, but there isn't any end in sight." Jason replies "This aint no normal storm..."

When he is finished with covering the children with the blankets he has, he'll go back to the male ward to get more.

Jill jumps when she kicks the shoe and has to force her breathing back to normal. When the phone rings she lets out a little yelp. Hesitantly picking up the phone, she says, "Hello?"

As Jason enters, he finds the mannequin's face directed down at her arm on the desk. He can't be sure but he thinks this is a different position than before. As he lifts the corner of one of the blankets, about to draw it off, a man's hand flops out from beneath the blanket, a golden wedding ring on one finger. The hairy knuckles catch the eye as sooty water drips from the fingertips to the floor.

Jason curses silently as he backs away from the bed. He knew this would happen... Too damn predicatble like a bad horror movie. He curses himself again as he allowed himself to be surprised by it. With his heart racing he decides that if the man gets up, he'll make a break for the double doors and not the toilets leading to the children's ward.

Guessing that his time here might be limited, he turns to the only ally he's got... Light. He moves to the lightsource he previously ignored and pulled the sheet from it.

He finds a very large and very heavy Maglite torch, thick enough to be a weapon, big enough to light the room well.

Jason picks it up together with the blanket while pocketing his penlight and shines at the man clutching his own blanket.

There seems to be a small key dangling from the key ring on his index finger. He can also hears a voice coming from somewhere to the right of the Men's Ward.

Jason chooses to ignore the key for now and carefully investigate the noise first.

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Jason is halfway across the room when he hears the tinkle of metal on the floor. Brianna hears it, too, but doesn't recognise it as keys. As the realisation dawns on her that the sound might be coming from something approaching her room, she is made aware of how little she can see though she manages to shake offthe fear that anything could be coming. Jason recognises it as a key ring, Brianna only knows that the sound comes from the other room.

From the damp telephone Jill holds in her hands comes a male voice: "Hello?"

Pictures flash through Jason's mind. Too many horror movies and too many survival horror games have fed his imagination and he tries to shake it off, but he can't bring himself to go look.

Jason turns back his attention to the hand in the bed and the key it holds. Would this key fit in the small cabinet next to him, or would it be comething else?

The key reminds Jason of a house key so perhaps it is a room key. The small chests of drawers are not habitually locked, although the nurse's desk drawer probably are, and would likely have a lock that would fit that sort of key.

While not habitually a thief, Jason recons that whatever the key opens, the man in the bed no longer needs. He gathers all his courage and moves in to get the key, with the heavy flashlight held high ready to hit if it were to prove necessary.

The man on the bed never moves. The key is easily obtained.

Jason breathes a sigh of relief... Watching too many horror movies is bad for your heart!

He shines the light on the key, inspecting it for markings and then moves towards the nurse's station, for the first time really examining the nurse mannequin or corpse, whichever it may be.