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ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com) wrote in
damned_institute2007-12-05 01:40 pm
NIGHTSHIFT 28: M84
[From here].
Logan wasted no time in moving over to his bed, and swiftly flung the mattress upright, against the wall. He half-expected the knife to be gone; either removed by the staff or stolen by another patient, but there it was, just as he'd left it. He swept it up quickly, and turned to leave. Now he was armed again. That was good. Sooner or later, he'd have to see about getting a second blade; he always worked better with pairs of weapons.
Grabbing the door handle with his left hand, he brought it closed again behind him as he stepped back into the corridor. Now he might be able to see if he could be any use to those still being attacked outside.
[Returning to here].
Logan wasted no time in moving over to his bed, and swiftly flung the mattress upright, against the wall. He half-expected the knife to be gone; either removed by the staff or stolen by another patient, but there it was, just as he'd left it. He swept it up quickly, and turned to leave. Now he was armed again. That was good. Sooner or later, he'd have to see about getting a second blade; he always worked better with pairs of weapons.
Grabbing the door handle with his left hand, he brought it closed again behind him as he stepped back into the corridor. Now he might be able to see if he could be any use to those still being attacked outside.
[Returning to here].
