Nightshift 34: Experimental Treatments Laboratory (2nd Floor)
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Allelujah had already braced himself for what he would encounter when he stepped through the door and into the next room, forcing himself to remain numb and detached from the sight. Beds, several of them lined up against the wall with the tables for equipment between them. Despite trying to remain detached, he couldn't quite suppress a shudder at the sight, reaching up to rub at his head and remembering the needles and operations that he'd undergone.
The computer he might leave until last, not really expecting to be able to get into it, but that cabinet, now that looked more promising. He went over to it and pulled the doors open wide before starting to rummage inside it. Glass, lots of glass. Not immediately useful except as projectiles and he wasn't sure he wanted to bother carting them back downstairs to his room. The needles and syringes were a little more useful and he placed them on top of the cabinet. Might have to sacrifice his shirt again to carry them to avoid hurting himself.
A stethoscope too, something to curry favour with the clinic perhaps, help him make some allies. A small, satisfied smile crossed his lips when he found the pipettes though and he pulled a bundle of them out. The little ones he ignored, but the longer ones he took. These would work as makeshift weapons for a short while if he couldn't find anything else. He pulled out the first one and rested it on top of the cabinet, holding it still with one hand. He brought his other hand down against the overhanding part, smashing the end off it to leave a razor sharp edge, uncaring of the bits of glass which stuck into his hand. He raised it to take a considering look at the edge. That would work for stabbing and the glass would break off inside the body making the wounds worse. He reached for another pipette and repeated the process. If he'd learned one thing from that place, it was how to be creative with medical equipment.
Finally, armed with at least a makeshift weapon, he moved to the first of the doors to the small rooms. Locked again, but a loose lock at least. He set his shoulder against it and slammed it open with a couple of hits, then slipped inside.
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Allelujah had already braced himself for what he would encounter when he stepped through the door and into the next room, forcing himself to remain numb and detached from the sight. Beds, several of them lined up against the wall with the tables for equipment between them. Despite trying to remain detached, he couldn't quite suppress a shudder at the sight, reaching up to rub at his head and remembering the needles and operations that he'd undergone.
The computer he might leave until last, not really expecting to be able to get into it, but that cabinet, now that looked more promising. He went over to it and pulled the doors open wide before starting to rummage inside it. Glass, lots of glass. Not immediately useful except as projectiles and he wasn't sure he wanted to bother carting them back downstairs to his room. The needles and syringes were a little more useful and he placed them on top of the cabinet. Might have to sacrifice his shirt again to carry them to avoid hurting himself.
A stethoscope too, something to curry favour with the clinic perhaps, help him make some allies. A small, satisfied smile crossed his lips when he found the pipettes though and he pulled a bundle of them out. The little ones he ignored, but the longer ones he took. These would work as makeshift weapons for a short while if he couldn't find anything else. He pulled out the first one and rested it on top of the cabinet, holding it still with one hand. He brought his other hand down against the overhanding part, smashing the end off it to leave a razor sharp edge, uncaring of the bits of glass which stuck into his hand. He raised it to take a considering look at the edge. That would work for stabbing and the glass would break off inside the body making the wounds worse. He reached for another pipette and repeated the process. If he'd learned one thing from that place, it was how to be creative with medical equipment.
Finally, armed with at least a makeshift weapon, he moved to the first of the doors to the small rooms. Locked again, but a loose lock at least. He set his shoulder against it and slammed it open with a couple of hits, then slipped inside.
[To here]