Night 57: Front Desk (Medical Wing)

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[from here]Unsurprisingly, the door opened with a twist of the handle and little pressure. The interior hidden behind a door long since locked--if they were to believe the blow-hard of a commander who had taken control--was quite large, dwarfing the sun room in comparison. Enclaves and doorways crept away from them, and Albedo was idly curious--

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Upon entering this unknown area, Castiel was faced with a rather plain sight. He had been in enough hospitals to realize how similar this area was to one, with the neatly organized desk and the winding hallways beyond. There were also some patients ahead of them: a pair of boys with similarly pale hair and a man who appeared to be on his own. None of them required his attention.

"He said the drugs would be located in the infirmary," he commented, both for his own benefit and Donna's. He needed to remain focused here. The obvious first step was to look for a map and so he looped around to the other side of the desk to see if there was one posted anywhere.

Nothing on the desk was particularly notable (though the lollipops did make him think of a certain brother) and there didn't seem to be a map in sight. It seemed they were going to have to find their destination the hard way, then. Hopefully this area wasn't too large and hopefully they wouldn't come across any locked doors on the way.

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Castiel was a name. Not one she had heard before, but definitely a name. Donna kept herself from being too rude about it, but couldn't help but ask, "Seriously?"

Because who the hell names their child 'Castiel'?

Name issues aside, she followed the guy in and gave a look around, making a face as he spoke. This whole damn place passed for a Hospital, if completely run down at night, so finding the Infirmary? Needle in a haystack. A haystack filled with monsters.

"Infirmary, right. You got a coin we could flip?" she asked dryly, then spotted something on the desk he'd gone to inspect. She stepped up beside him and drew out one of the suckers, waving it. "Or we could play 'spin the sucker' and follow the wisdom of hard candy goodness..."

Donna had made a few decisions based on a few games of spin the bottle. Maybe not all of those had been the best decisions, but she was not one to question some sense of fate. She still loved the coincidence that had led her to traveling with the Doctor, after all.

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Donna seemed to be perplexed by his name for some reason. Was it because she recognized it or because she found it unusual? It was true that Castiel had never heard of a human named after him -- not like Gabriel or Raphael -- but that was because he'd never been a particularly important angel