Nightshift 26; Room M35

[the_clown_king]

Tamaki propped his door open, turned on his flashlight for light, and sat himself down on his bed with the medical kit. He felt confident, and it felt good. He was doing something. And it was something good and important and needed.

It didn't matter that he wasn't a warrior. He could still help, and he could still do his part to help everyone. And that was what was important. For all of them.

Now he just needed to wait for the others to arrive.