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Harvey Dent / Two-Face ([personal profile] dualistic) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2011-11-07 12:53 pm
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Night 59: O.R. Observation (North)

[From here.]

What Harvey saw as he stepped in was like something out of one of those medical shows. The room was more of hallway than anything else, but the big glass window on the left side that overlooked the operating area was what really stood out. It was hard to see much when neither room was lit and the flashlight beam only barely made it through the thick layer of glass, but Harvey drew forward and was able to see enough to get the idea.

The image of the exam table and all of the monitors and light fixtures over it didn't evoke any memories for Harvey. That was probably a good thing, and yet he couldn't help but wonder what the institute used these for. Was it all for show? More than that, why should a so-called mental institute have facilities like this?

"I don't really see much in the way of supplies," he remarked, glancing back at Jones. There were two other doors that branched off of this room, though, so they still had some options.

[identity profile] its-the-mileage.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Dent had a point. They were two older guys with mediocre weapons (at best), and they didn't exactly look like major security threats. Actually, Indy had to concede, he didn't even come close to looking like a threat right now. If any guards approached him, it would probably be to pat him gently on the back and ask him if he needed a hand.

A little more work on Dent's part got the lock out of the way, and they moved forward into the observation room. It was dominated by a glass wall; Indy pressed his face to it and cupped his hands around his eyes, trying to peer through into the darkness. They were looking at the operating room, a fairly large rectangular room with the operating table in the center and--it looked like--a couple of doors on either side.

It didn't look familiar, but Indy couldn't help musing anyway, "Wonder if they brought me here. You'd almost have to figure I had some kind of surgery." Punctured organs didn't just start healing themselves, and despite the continuing pain, he was clearly doing better now than he had been two nights ago--after all, he was breathing again.

There didn't look to be a way directly into the operating room from here, but the door next to the entry was unlocked. Indy shrugged and led the way through.

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