Nightshift 39: East Wing Hall A

[tender_cruelty]

[From here]This was it, he remembered it. There were doors on each side and it took a few moments of thought before his drugged mind remembered which room had been the office of his doctor. Right hand side of the hallway, third door. He moved over to that side of the corridor, broken pipette clutched tightly in his hand as he walked, ready for any

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[atoyboxworld]

[ From here]"He was my doctor today as well." Introducing common ground might make Peter more willing to talk, so Near offered that as they turned the corner into the appropriate hall. "I found it interesting that he isn't a psychologist, but a geneticist. It is possible that the other doctors also have different specialties, but even if they don't, the 'hiring' of one who isn't a psychologist is a questionable choice for the Institute's daytime image

[human_sponge]

Relieved that they had made it to the doctor hallway without any trouble, Peter soon set to trying to remember which exact office had been Mohinder's. He hadn't been paying as much attention as he should have at the time, but he hadn't realized it was something he would need to recall later

[atoyboxworld]

Near's eyes narrowed as Peter offered what amounted to a weak contradiction to his theory. "They can accomplish their purpose without having a doctor brought in from each patient's world. Besides, it adds to their credibility to have the same staff members here on a long-term basis. A visit from a family member or friend, on the other hand, might only need to happen once or twice to achieve a desirable result

[manhattan_red]

Used to working with Near for a couple nights, Brooklyn didn't even ask Peter for help in breaking the door down. Heading to the one Near had pointed out, the gargoyle sized it up before ramming his shoulder into it a couple times until it was knocked open.

"Everybody in!" he motioned at the other two with some small bit of cheer.

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