Out of the Med Lab *OTA*
He'd been the good little patient, and had stayed in the Med Lab for the two weeks, as Hope ordered. But Martini was done, having to sit in that clean, sterile environment day after day. Besides, Mark just kept telling himself he was healed up. Mostly. He wasn't sure if the MPs at the entrance would let him pass, so he just used his powers to speed up time and quietly slip by them. It took much more out of him than he was expecting. In all honesty, he probably hadn't been ready to leave just quite yet. But being in there frightened him to no end, and was fairly certain his poor wearied doctor hadn't gotten a proper night's sleep since he had been brought in. Martini wasn't the easiest patient to have around for any extended period of time.
Martini leaned against the wall of a hallway, panting ever so slightly. He loved his powers, but at this moment he would have traded them for a decent healing ability. Still, his natural child-like curiosity and need to explore overcame the pain and weariness he might have been feeling at the moment. He had been sedentary for two weeks, and felt the need to wander.
((OOC: He's making his way around the camp very slowly, so feel free to bump into him wherever.))