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hereClark did his best to ignore his stinging finger. It hurt, but it wasn't as bad as nearly getting gored that time with Claire, to put things in perspective. Still, if he was supposed to be as powerless as a human, he wished it'd gone all the way; right now it seemed to be in this uncomfortable halfway point and he had no idea if he still
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For the moment, however, they had other matters to attend to. Moving away from the door, he shone his flashlight about the room, checking for anything interesting among the boxes of supplies. There seemed to be an abundance of extra clothing for the nurses and others in charge of the institute, as well as an array of different medical supplies. After a moments deliberation, Brainiac 5 took one of the small first aid kits and sandwiched a roll of gauze inside. He'd requested the item from Homura in order to carry out some very basic investigations - basic enough that he would have called them archaic, but no matter - but he reasoned that having a spare on hand wouldn't hurt.
"Clark? Have you found anything?" he called softly. Perhaps it was foolish, but something about the darkened room was making him feel more cautious.
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He held up the bottle. "Some Tylenol, but I don't see any flashlights here. Maybe we should check another room?"
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"No, I didn't find any flashlights either," he said with a sigh. "Hopefully we'll have more luck in another room." Glancing around one last time, he slipped out the door and back into the hallway.
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