Chapter 6
6 hours later Daniel was removed from his office. His eyes wide and delirious as he quoted the names of authors and books he read on his travels by the light of his watch; however this drabble of words sometimes interrupted by a quick chew/lick/bite of the caffeine sodden paper that was still firmly in the grasp of his right hand.
His wary legs carried him shakily through the ruins of his office that now laid scattered through the hall; it was practically full while the room still had over half its contents. It had taken considerably longer than they had first thought to get to the desk that harboured the quivering doctor. Many wondered how the archaeologist had fit so much stuff into such a small seeming room.
They steered him in the direction of the elevator with the ultimate goal of reaching the infirmary but consciousness became a little too much for the doctor when he seen the scattered remains of the coffee machine at the end of the hall. The man responsible for 'steering' the doctor was caught off guard buy the sudden swoon and he ran for his life as a tower of eastern culture came toppling in their direction.
Thankfully the patient finally made it to the infirmary after a further 10 minutes digging to remove him from this history yet again. This dig actually went faster as the 'geek' assistants had been whisked away to begin re-cataloguing and the 'damsel in distress' wasn't yelling ever two minutes something along the lines of – "Is that an Inca statue?" or "That book is older than you." etc. However having a petite medical doctor shouting down at you constantly tended to make things go faster.
But throughout this and despite the attempts of said doctor nothing could be done to pry the paper form the unconscious mans hands.