Nightshift 34: M81-M90 Hallway

[a_spider_can]

The moment the doors unlocked, Peter was rushing out of his, suited up and flashlight in hand. He knew that it would do no good to panic, but he couldn't help it. The longer he had been forced to wait in that room on his own, the more he had thought about what they might be doing to Logan.

He needed to get the word out to someone, and Statesman

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[heraldric]

Leon sat on the edge of his bed for a few minutes more after Keman had left. He felt terrible, but he didn't know of anything he could do. All he could hope for was that the dragon was able to figure out what happened to his friend... and perhaps find a cure for him. It was so horrible! What if that had happened to Ashton?

As his thoughts turned to those of his friend, he realized he'd best get moving. He had to meet with him, after all! Moving quickly, he threw on one of his doctor's coats then grabbed his notebook, flashlight, and radio. Then, just because he hadn't used it much, he decided to bring his toolbox along as well. What if the club leader had need for it?

[heraldric]

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[hamenleai]

Shana followed him over to the bed, sinking down on the edge with a relieved smile. "Sounds like a good plan to me. I won't if you won't," she replied lightly. "I'm just relieved Shadow could snap out of whatever it was, or that it wore off. I don't know how we could have continued without him."

[son_ofkrypton]

[From M86]

Testing his injured leg, Clark winced. It was nothing compared to his memories from that doomed night with Claire, but it was still definitely on the uncomfortable side, an unpleasant twinge running up his calf and knee whenever he put weight on it. He'd just have to deal with it. Claire hadn't seemed too excited about the possibility of escape...but then again, she'd brought up a lot of good points which put a big circle around the fact that just getting outside the walls of this place wasn't enough.

But a guy had to start somewhere.

Clark picked up his flashlight. Hefted it. Seemed okay, although he wasn't sure how long he had on the batteries. Clark opened the door and took a careful step outside, listening hard. He didn't want to run into anything like he had the last two nights.

[son_ofkrypton]

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[for_marian]

One of these nights Leon was going to have to do some metal collection. He needed to check with the "cook" again and see how far he was down the list at this point--he wasn't next up, though, so he didn't need to worry about it tonight.

Not wanting to dawdle and risk another patient making it to the upstairs kitchen before them again, Leon hurried out of his room the moment the doors unlocked, paying no attention to Clark at all.

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[brokenweapon]

Dinner had passed without event. Bourne stretched and got up from his bed as soon as the doors were unlocked. There was no rest for the weary, it seemed, and he had made those plans with Wesker. Resolutely, he grabbed his flashlight, radio, journal, and a few pens - odd that they hadn't been confiscated from him, not that he was complaining - and was out the door.

He didn't want to be late.

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