Nightshift 35: Pharmacy (2nd floor)

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"I hope this is important," Brooklyn grumbled as he led Near inside.

The room seemed to be full of medical supplies, mostly the medication itself. This sort of thing could be useful to anyone, though he had no way of knowing what this boy wanted it for. Another experiment, perhaps? Or did he honestly have someone he needed to get some pills to? Either way, the gargoyle felt that there were better things he could be doing with his time right now. Though there was a voice in the back of his head that told him he wouldn't be able to save everyone.

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The door had been locked. While it was possible that someone had managed to open it without any outward signs of tampering, the fact that they came upon the door locked was perfect for Near's needs. More importantly was the fact that when they entered the room, there were no obvious gaps in the shelves, nor any sign of ransacking. Because of this, Near was certain that they were indeed the first ones in the room that night. Perfect.

His first task was a simple one. Without yet answering Brooklyn, Near scanned the shelves, moving the flashlight over the various bottles in quick, precise movements. It only took a moment for Near to read the labels, and to determine two very important pieces of information: what was there, and what wasn't.

"It is important." Near offered no more explanation than that, and really, it should suffice. Near wouldn't have picked this location if it hadn't been important, after all, and he tucked his flashlight under his arm so he could get the second pillowcase free. He could likely put the first bag inside the second, but it would be better if the pens and the pills weren't mixed up. For the moment he avoided the drugs that specifically targeted various psychological disorders, as the nurses would likely administer those during the day. Instead he focused on the things that would be most needed at night, and the things most desirable for trade. The containers were quickly put into his pillowcase, the boy's moves efficient.

"You made the right choice." It was obvious enough what was on Brooklyn's mind, and Near would rather the person who was supposed to be responsible for fighting the monsters not be distracted by what he could have possibly done. "If you have gone over the railing, you doubtlessly would have broken at least one bone on your landing, most likely either an arm or a leg. Your capacity for fighting would have been severely decreased, and in the end you likely would have been in as much need of rescue as the ones down there."