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Wren feels the needle go in but doesn't acknowledge it - doesn't acknowledge Cole.
Not until they're done, at least.
Wren feels the needle go in but doesn't acknowledge it - doesn't acknowledge Cole.
Not until they're done, at least.
He finishes in about ten minutes. Pulling back from Wren, he sets the stitching materials to the side and takes a step back. “I-I’m done.”
Wren nods silently, standing and walking over to a nearby cabinet, opening it and finding the bandages that they were looking for.
They wrap their chest, arms and neck up again, then pull on their hoodie once more.
"Where to next?" they ask quietly after a minute.
He has…so many questions but Cole knows he can’t ask. “Up I think. Or straight? I want to find the upper staff’s rooms now.”
Wren thinks. "Probably up."
They wait for Cole to start leading.
((Sry for the wait!)) So Cole does so. He moves past the elevators and to the stairs. It's there that the pair find some odd things.
Fluorescent lights flicker faintly (how?) and illuminate the dusty, dirty staircase. Cole didn't see any blood but that isn't necessarily reassuring. How long has it been since the hospital's been out of power? He wouldn't think it was long enough for dust to gather. Then again, this hospital was situated in a more rural area of the city.
Wren looks at Cole when they reach the staircase.
For some odd reason, Wren felt slightly at home for a second before their mind clears and they remember that a hospital isn't home. Hospitals, no matter how nice the people were, could never be home. Especially dusty, poorly lit staircases.
"Well? We going to continue?" they ask.
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