Flush it again

Sitting behind the desk, Nepal finished entering that last hour's logs. The computer flashed its usual "Completed" message at the bottom of the screen. "Nothing left to do," he mumbled to himself, and then realized he had to finish filing the miscellaneous folder he'd stuck in the filing cabinet the night before. He got up to do just that.

No sooner then he'd opened the cabinet, the phone rang. "Funny," he thought. Who'd be calling at this time of night. He checked the clock. 3:05 AM. "Medical Health, admissions desk," he answered the phone, expecting it to be one of his bosses checking up on him. Not that he'd ever given them any reason to check up on him.

A woman's voice. She was familiar, but he could not place the name. "Oh, I think I might have the wrong number. My fridge is overheating. I can't seem to get it to flush right."

"Hello? Who is this?" Crank caller. He looked down to see the light flashing on the console. It indicated this person was calling from the second floor. "Mrs. Carver? Is that you?" Then he could hear the receiver drop. "Hello!" he tried to cry out as loud as he dare. He didn't want to disturb anyone if he didn't have to. This place had a way of taking a sound and amplifying it directly proportional to the number of patients that heard the sound.

Footsteps racing down a stairway abruptly stopped and picked back up again to a leisurely pace. It was Brian Henderson in his lab coat coming down. "I'm having trouble finding the bathroom," said Brian. Then he turned and ran back up stairs. Brian was the kind of guy you could leave in a room for a little while, and when you'd come back, everything in the room would be rearranged. Always looking for a good joke, he'd have you laughing inside of 5 minutes of first meeting him.

The door to Marsha Lake's office opened and closed, and opened again. Nepal could see her office clearly. Tim was stepping out of her office and then stepping back in. As though he'd entered the wrong room and was going to try another. "Tim? Are you alright?"

Tim looked a little shocked at the interruption. "Excuse me, I'm having trouble finding the bathroom," he said and stepped back into her office resuming his trek through the door and back.

"Is this a joke?" Nepal asked. "What's going on guys?"

Down the hall some yelled, "Flush it again!"

It got cold in the room. The temperature dropped twenty degrees. Nepal broke out in a cold sweat. It felt like he had to use the bathroom. He tried to look in the drawers for a toilet, but has having trouble find it. There were too many files to go through. The toilet had to be in there somewhere.