Night 59: O.R. Supply Room (North)

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[From here.]

The room was small, but since it was only holding extra equipment and supplies, it wasn't like it needed to be any larger. Harvey didn't like the claustrophobic feeling that it inspired, but he wasn't going to dwell on it. At least the fact that it was cramped meant that nothing could get the jump on them in here.

"All right, here we go." Seeing how Jones was the one who was injured and who had been set on finding this in the first place, Harvey figured he'd give him the honors. He gestured to the cabinet and the medical trolleys. "Go ahead."

Then again, a guy from the 1930's probably wasn't going to recognize a lot of this stuff or even know what it was. Well, Jones was just going to have to make do.

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The supply room felt slightly better than the storage areas upstairs, if only because it was so scrupulously organized. It wasn't much bigger, though. He squeezed in around Dent and surveyed the offerings. Cabinets on one side, machines on the other, carts along the back wall. Nothing immediately in view was screaming out to be added to his inventory.

Indy opened one of the cabinets. It was full of what looked like drugs, probably for injection--here was where the anesthetics were kept, apparently. He scanned the bottles, hoping for a familiar name. Self-administering anesthesia would be a bad habit to get into, but something local, like procaine, might at least take part of the edge off. No luck, though: Indy didn't recognize any of them. "Do you know anything about any of these?" he asked Dent, although he was already beginning to look elsewhere in the room while he waited for an answer. Indy might be adventurous, but he wasn't stupid. Being a guinea pig for unfamiliar drugs was not his kind of danger.

Well, he'd look around and come back to the drugs if necessary. He went back to the carts and began pulling out drawers. Several of the instruments looked similar to the ones in the morgue; the main difference appeared to be the addition here of tools like clamps to manage blood flow. Not much of it looked like anything he needed. Did they keep bandages or wrappings around here somewhere?

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Jones didn't waste any time in searching the room, which didn't take long considering how small it was. Harvey figured that the scalpels and syringes were probably the most useful items here just from a quick glance, but he'd already taken some from one of the rooms on the second floor. Seeing how he hadn't had much use for them thus far, he didn't think he needed to clutter his room with more.

When Jones asked a question, Harvey switched places with him, looking through the items stored in the cabinet. He recognized some of the names, but only vaguely. He was in no way a doctor and so he hadn't really made it his business to know the details. It was possible some of these names had come up in malpractice cases that he'd either witnessed or played some part in, but those had been years ago and his memory wasn't perfect.

"It looks like they're mainly chemicals used to put someone under," he explained with a shrug. "They probably won't be of much use to you unless you know how to administer them and want to knock someone out for a few hours." Which had its uses, to be sure, but Harvey figured that a hit over the head was a much easier way to go about it.