Loki was deep in thought already as he let the nurse lead him to his room. He made a few appropriate noises as she nattered on, but was otherwise uncharacteristically silent.

This was a difficult question, one that he did not like. He had no choice but to try to help Soma, but of course, would he really help? Or would he take that opportunity?

He didn't want to. It was an awful, grinding feeling.

He nodded to his roommate as the door shut, then went immediately to the closet to retrieve the medical books, which he set on the desk. He thought he had most of the necessary supplies for crude surgery, but he wanted to be certain.