Royal Hope Hospital. Mickey's girlfriend, Martha, works as a med-student for the establishment. So, it wasn't hard for Rose to maneuver around, after having visited several times before with, and without Mickey.

Slipping in and out of the gift shop, she bought a plastic wolf figurine. Its paw extended out and was wrapped in a bandage. A gesture she felt appropriate for any type of patient.

Long-term, who hasn't had many or any visitors. Rose had asked for a patient as such from the receptionists at the front. The receptionist then handed her a few room numbers, and Rose rode the lift down to visit the first one. Wilson.

The lift dinged, and Rose exited. Looking back and forth she furrowed her brow. The whole floor looked abandoned. And blatantly creepy. Empty halls, the occasional flickering light, some odd noise she could not identify for the life of her.

...

Wilson, Wilson, Wilson...

"Wilson," she called. Checking the paper, she confirmed the room number, and meandered down the hall. "Wilson, are you there?" she tried once more. Although she didn't particularly feel like she was calling specifically for him a few steps in. It's dead quiet, yet no one's come to the sound of her voice. "I've got a gift," she meekly added.

However, the room the paper directed her to also appeared to be devoid of any living beings. Like a forgotten ward. About a half-dozen beds lined either side of the walls, a few privacy curtains were closed around some. Randomly placed items, medical tools, and flowers scattered about the area sent a chill up her spine. All details pointed to the jaw-dropping line from a horror film. And one day the attendants just vanished.

Willing herself to disprove the theory, she walked all the way to the end of the room and found a clipboard lying flat on the ground with the name 'Wilson' on it.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut. Rose darted straight to it, jiggling the door handle to no avail.

"You're kidding me," Rose exasperated.

Yep. Nope. definitely a horror film.

A privacy curtain fluttered, though it halted shortly after. Rose glanced back before releasing the handle. She fought the urge to run, unwilling to yield to whatever shenanigans the hospital staff was up to.

A tiny voice in the back of her mind, that sounded vaguely of her mother throwing popcorn at the telly, told her to get the hell out.

"Is someone mucking about? Who is it?" she called, her voice echoing through the empty room, painfully reminding her of how alone she and a potential attacker could be.

A rattling stole her attention, she turned to the third bed on the right as a curtain drew back, revealing someone in a bright yellow suit. His helmet shaded out the facial area, so this discovery of life did little to pacify her.

"Yeah, you got me. Very funny," she addressed the humanoid figure.

Another, dressed the exact same way, came out from behind a different curtain.

"Right, I've got the the joke. Who's idea was this? Is it Martha? Is it? Martha, is this you?" She yelled at the figures. Stepping back as more poured out of the curtained spaces. They trudged closer. Feet dragging in their bulky garbs. Rose squeaked upon hitting the wall.

They all crowded around her, Rose slammed her eyes shut as one reached forward. Logical thoughts wiped clean, she waited for a horrid result.

Then Rose's body shocked back into reality as a hand slipped into hers. She locked onto said hand then observed its owner. Older. Military haircut. Wearing simple jeans and a battered old leather jacket.

Eyebrows raised, he looked evenly at Rose, and told her one word.

"Run."

Working with the most basic level, he yanked her, and she obediently followed. Not coherent enough to do much else.

He dragged Rose hastily through a hidden side closet that connected back into the main hall. Having created such a commotion, doors throughout the entire hallway had opened, revealing numerous figures dressed similarly to those from the locked room. Each moving awkwardly toward them, Rose and the man easily evaded any attempts they made at capturing them.

Rose spotted a hazardous materials sign taped to the wall near the lift. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her. This floor's quarantined. For what!? Radiation? Disease? No. No, it can't be that bad, she managed to get so far into the floor. They would have caught her sooner if it was dangerous, right?

Unable to lessen their momentum, they both slammed into the lift wall. The man clicked a floor then rapidly tapped his finger on the close door button.

Rose panted, trying to catch her breath to form a question. She motioned to the yellow suited people, who were a ways away, with the toy in her hand. She paused when the door shut on the wolf's paw. Rose let go when the man pushed her aside, urgently prying the wolf free from the door so the lift would move.

Instead of the entire toy, it's protruding appendage popped out of the body. So, with the arm just dangling between the lift doors afterward, he yanked it free.

"You pulled his arm off," she stated.

"Yep. Plastic," the man said, tossing both pieces at her. He faced the door and crossed his arms as if they suddenly became two strangers having small talk in a lift.

Well… the two were strangers having small talk in a lift, but they just ran for their lives. That's got to do something for bringing people together.

Rose hastily caught the airborne toy. "I know. I bought it!" She shook the remains in his face. He glanced at the wolf to humor her, then returned to his previous position.

She sighed and began an attempt to repair it. Distracting herself. "Who were they then, students? Is this a drill or what?" she asked.

He gave her sidelong glance, "why would they be students?"

Rose dropped her arms, "I don't know."

"Well, you said it. Why students?"

Not finding much else to work off her nervous energy, Rose returned to fiddling with the toy. "'Cause to get that many people dressed up, and a whole floor of the hospital empty, they got to be students doing a drill."

He smiled at her, nodding in appraisement, "that makes sense. Well done."

"Thanks," she replied, albeit slightly confused.

"They're not students."

"Okay, fine so- so we we interrupted the real deal then." Rose stammered. "Not like I see that everyday, didn't know I wasn't suppose to be there... but," she shook her head. Why was she explaining herself to him? "Whatever, doesn't matter to me, whoever they are. I just-" she growled in irritation. The wolf's arm refused to pop back into place. "I was looking for Wilson. This was his gift, I'll have you know."

Rose waved the broken toy through the air then stuffed it into her pocket. Fixing the wolf at the moment proved to be a fruitless effort as her hands refused to quit quivering from the rush of energy still coursing through her veins.

"Who's Wilson?" he asked.

"A patient."

"Wilson's dead," he stated, voice devoid of emotion.

Rose felt her heart skip a beat. The lift doors parted. He exited, and she tailed him out.

"That's not funny," she told him, "that's sick!"

The man gripped her by the shoulders.

"Hold on. Mind your eyes," he instructed, covering Rose's eyes for her anyway as he sprayed her entire body with a bottle he had pulled from his pocket. "Disinfectant. Just in case," he said, then put it away as he strutted off.

Rose stamped when he finished. This man's frustratingly calm, too calm for everything that's happened, like all that was nothing. She's still shaking and still has no idea what the hell is going on.

"I've had enough of this now." Rose followed him down the hall, swerving around people as she yelled over the bustle of hospital life. "Who are you, then? Who's that lot down there?" She ran up closer to him, demanding, "I said, who are they?"

The stranger whirled on her. A flood of people split and maneuvered around them.

He spoke with a slow force, as if she were a child, "They're a hazmat team. Stupid apes, barely even capable of tying their own shoes, looking for what I have here." He held up a silver tube which had the blue tipped end of it acting as a cork stuck in the top of a test tube that was filled with a mix of a multi-colored liquids.

She blinked a few times in response, so he continued, "doctors around here couldn't identify what it was after I lost it down there. It's potentially harmful," she took a tentative step back, "but important for the physicians around here if I can perfect it. I could die in the process since they won't allow me to utilize any real labs, but don't worry about me. No. You go on home. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast. Don't tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them killed."

He spun to the left, disappearing into an open room. Just as Rose decided to follow his orders, he popped his head back out.

"I'm the Doctor by the way, what's your name?"

"Rose."

"Nice to meet you, Rose." he jiggled the liquid with a tight lipped smile. "Run for your life!"

A/N

I should really learn to throw that A/N thing up there, awful habits, and I do apologize. Now, I just had to say about a month... or a year... some vague time ago I wrote this and put it away. Then some vague time later lastincurableromantic published The Choice. And I love that story so far, if you haven't, check it out. Oh, quick warning, it's rated M. Anyway, after reading it I got all exited cause yay! Authors are still writing Human Nature spin-offs! So, I just had to pick this story back up. So, here we are. I've got a different take on the whole fob watch thing though, hence Humor genre. So, I hope you all will enjoy.

TiaKisu: You are scary spot on. I wrote this with an end idea in mind, so I hope you don't mind going through this episode all over again. It's been redone to death, but I didn't want to change how they met, because to me it's perfect. I will be changing it here and there to keep it interesting. But don't worry, after this rewrite, it'll be more of an original thing. Thank you for the review! :)

Purple Guest: Thank you! I hope you find future chapters enjoyable. :)