They wander the hospital halls searching for stray patients. Whether the people they find are in need of medical care is another matter entirely, they simply collect whoever looks to be the most alone and lead them away to Ward 35 where they will re-emerge in the same grey scrubs that resemble a nun's habit more than surgical attire.
When asked what happened they simply say that they were in need of treatment and now they are feeling much better. The city knows better than to investigate any further than this. The city knows that the core members of Ward 35 are about a human as maggots and half as empathetic.
Maybe when they realise just how many members of staff the ward has accumulated, the city will take action and close it down for good instead of their feeble month long closures for "renovation and modernisation". The staff undo these changes as soon as they set foot back in their territory, reverting the ward back to its usual retrofuturistic, brutalist aesthetic.
When Ward 35 is closed, it does seem to make the staff vanish for a while. It's like they can only exist when they have open access to their rooms, even the ones who have been treated as opposed to the beings who founded it, or should I say the ones who merged the ward to the rest of the hospital.
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