[IMPROMPTU] Text for Service

[knux400]

[content warnings: i don't know!!!!!! i am very very bored and attempting to run a quest ENTIRELY by the seat of my pants. if something comes up i'll CW for it in the beginning of that post and spoiler the relevant sections.]

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...It's officially been 4 hours now. There's no clock on the wall or anything, but I've been counting on my phone.

The receptionist saw us, took Stream in, and then... nothing. Total silence.
Not a single person has come in or out of the waiting room since the receptionist left. They haven't even come back to their spot. If anyone else were here, they'd be worse off than we are right now.

It was 9:43 when we came in. It's now pushing midnight.

I've already shouted into all the hallways I can see from here, and I've rung the bell on the counter so many times I'm surprised it hasn't exploded or something. I sigh and glance around again. I don't know why, it's the same damn room I've been glancing at for hours. I feel like I've memorized every inch of this place.

Except...

No.

That sign was not there before. There's no way I wouldn't have seen it before now.

It's mounted onto the wall in a little frame, for crying out loud. There's no way anyone could have put it up when I wasn't looking. Did I doze off for a while? I might have. I don't remember.

"TEXT 22977 FOR HELP"

That's it. No indication of what to text, or how this would help me in any way. Muttering under my breath, I pull out my phone.

(776)-832867: im in the waiting room and the receptionist hasnt come back. can you tell me how my friend is doing?
(776)-832867: my name is Balld'r Slatecase. remember to put the apostrophe in otherwise it wont come up. friend's name is Stream Corobanon. i brought him in for a persistent migraine and the receptionist said theyd check him out?? didnt get her name but shes literally the only one here i think.
(776)-832867: is anyone in the building rn???

There. A bit rude, but it's not like it's unwarranted at this point. I let my hand drop to my side and lean back in the awful waiting room chair, sighing.