NIGHT 65: OPERATING ROOM (NORTH)

[his_legacy]

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Link passed through another, smaller room filled with strange machines before finding himself in the main operating room. It was rather similar to the X-Ray Room, though colder and filled with strange equipment that Link knew nothing of. He pulled open the drawers of one of the machines only to find them empty as he tore around the room looking for something.

It was then that he looked up to see a door labeled "supply." That had to be it. And for once, it was unlocked. Praise Nayru.

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[his_legacy]

[From here]

Back through the operating room. Link could feel his heart pounding in his ears as he rushed through the unnaturally sterile rooms.

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[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

Soma couldn't help but suppress a shudder as she stepped into the room, and it wasn't because of the sudden air conditioning. The last time she'd been in here, she'd been nearly delirious as well. And she didn't really want to think about what she'd almost done then.

Still, there was no sign of the fight that had taken place here. The bullet holes and scorch marks were all gone, and any other signs of damage had vanished. Everything was as clean as it had been before.

A sudden thought struck her as she walked past the operating table, and she reached up to try and turn on the light. Nothing. She flicked a few more switches: still nothing. Well, it had been worth a try. She was willing to bet this room was more sterile than any of the patients'. It was something to consider, even if nothing was running.

Still frowning a little, she headed for the supply room.

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[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

No sign of anyone else. As far as Soma was concerned, it ought to stay that way. She pushed through the operating room again, glancing uneasily at her surroundings, then headed out to the smaller room beyond.

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[oneman_onekill]

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And ah, here was the operation room proper. Niikura smiled briefly at the memory of the last time he'd found himself in an "operation room", standing in his scrubs and Black Jack cosplay over a cowering Horikiri Hideki. That sweet moment of revenge, of killing the man responsible for Katsuragi's death...it sure had been one of his best moments. But, onward; this time, he was here to save, not to kill.

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[oneman_onekill]

[from here]

Okay. They were here. Now he could really put that Black Jack cosplay to good use. Holding Shiina in one hand, Niikura yanked the blue drape off of the operating table and then gingerly set the bird down on the table, edging away quickly so he could pull out the instruments he'd need. Unfortunately, the lighting was pretty poor in this room (as in, non-existent), and he was unlikely to be able to return power to the two giant lights mounted above the table, but at least he had his flashlight; that would have to do.