You spend the next few nights just getting a feel for the hospital, its deranged layout, and its ugly, secret little corners where the sick huddle and the vampires feed. You listen in on doctors and insurance executives as they conspire and embezzle, nurses as they sell opiates to patients and people waiting outside, doped-up patients who keep asking what happened to their cell phones and if their families know they're there. You check out urgent care, where accident victims are forced to sign whatever is put in front of them before they're brought inside; the furnace, where surgeons dispose of evidence of their botched operations; and the lobby where, it seems, the same people are always sitting, waiting for help that won't come.
E, claro, você passa o tempo lá em cima, do lado de fora do escritório do diretor Carelli. Os guardas nunca saem, mas a segurança dela não é impenetrável. Você só precisa encontrar um caminho. Seria mais fácil com Pattermuster, mas ele está ocupado lidando com uma crise atrás da outra.
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