It was an exhausting examination Lydia had to endure. Like she told the doctor, she went first for a bath, relaxing with some fruits and a bottle of beer she got from a very friendly nurse... she have to remember hiding the bottle. She definately doesn`t want any problems. After that she went to bed, cuddling into blanket and pillow, but sleeping only for a few hours.
Wait... let me rephrase that. Even though she continues to sleep, her body, owned by another side got up. It was fed up, getting caged in for nearly seven years. It got bored, only able to break out of the drug infested mind of her host for the absolute utmost emergencies. But now... thanks to the attack of that... thing... whatever that was, the other Lynn got caged away too. Now the third personality took over... the inexperienced Lydia... who died on that very day....friendly and nice...
She hated her. With all of her mind. She...Lydia... is that, what should be her. She just lost her thrust in humanity once...why the second time.
Slowly, the body raised from the blanket. Loosening the pony tail, she cursed for the color of her hair. Blonde is not a good color for her... but it would be too obvious if she would color it. But there are other methods then coloring. At first she controlled the position of her clothes. She heared the doctor talk about recording her on the exam, but her other self was too much of a wuzz to look at the video. She had known the position of the camera this way, but now she had to guess. Instead, she used good points, where some people would hide secret cameras as spots to hang her clothes. A T-shirt is hanging from the top lamp, her coat in front of the mirror and so on. No one will ask, Lydia is too much of a mess to get through that. That takes official cameras... but there are other ideas. With utmost care she took the sheets of her bed and folded it carefully, putting on a new one. It will be questioned at the morning, but she is sure to dodge it perfectly. Then she put on her shoes, took the old sheet and left the room.
On the floor, in the middle of the night, she walked a bit down the hallway until she reached a darker corner, where no camera could reach easily. There, she put the bedsheets into a makeshift cloak, pulling the hood deep down her face. Even though sie is now more suspicious, no one could remember her at the first moment. Then she pulled the work of the last three days from her shoe, lockpicks, made from various sources. Mostly easy to remove things like the wire of her bra or the coat hanger, but she got even a piece of cable. Thanks, Lunch Lady. Now... she can go to work.
When Lydia rised again the next morning she was battered. She felt like running a marathon, but she blamed the examination for that. She raised her body, yawned big, smiled and put on her pony tail again. It will be another nice day for her, she hoped.
Without her knowledge, some things happened in her night. Two nurses were found unconscious through heavy impact with a blunt object. Small packages of anesthesia were stolen and in Doreens Locker was a beer bottle, cleaned with medical alcohol and filled with human blood of unknown source.