Nightshift 44: General Storage

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Walking inside, Sho waved his flashlight-equipped arm about, checking out the room. The closet was piled full of medical equipment from gauze and gauges to IVs and eye patches. A veritable jackpot of medical paraphernalia. Grabbing a roll of gauze, Sho made his way over to a folded wheelchair, reversing its state to a more usable condition and sitting down before working on wrapping up his bleeding hand.

"This zettabytes. You better be able to make a slingshot after the garbage we just went through," he grumbled, irritably. Unable to get his revenge on the Child, Sho was just looking for reasons to vent his frustration on anyone or anything he could.

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[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

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Someone had already opened the door, which saved Lockdown some trouble. However, said someone was still here.

Giving the other man a look that said 'you don't bother me, I won't bother you', Lockdown began rummaging through some of the boxes until he finally found some medical tape. He knelt down, pulled his green and red bloodstained pant leg up and began wrapping the tape around the wound.

[irishpirational.livejournal.com]

Lockon followed Sho with a worried look dawning slowly on his face. "Hey, hey. Next time we need to break a lock, I'll do it." It wouldn't be any less painful for him, of course. Even now, he was keeping his breathing carefully controlled to avoid disturbing those broken ribs too much, and he had to step carefully with his aching head and dim vision. He just refused to show how much it was hindering him. As much as he could, anyway--there was only so much one could do to hide injuries like this.

"I'm sure I'll find something in here," he said, giving a thumbs-up, undeterred by Sho's (rather justified, at this point) grumbling. Unfortunately, he gave the thumbs-up with his injured hand, which left him wincing visibly. Of all the places for an injury to show up out of the blue--with a very small sigh, he picked up some gauze as well and started wrapping it around his injured hand. As he did so, he scanned the boxes on the shelves around them, looking for anything that could help with his slingshot project. He had a sinking feeling he wasn't going to find anything--

But hey, there was a box of sterile gloves. He couldn't exactly wear them on a regular basis, but maybe they could prevent things like what had happened with the Child in the future. He grabbed a few pairs out of a box and started to shove them into his coat pockets, but thanks to his impaired vision, he instead found himself fumbling and knocking the box of gloves off the shelf. With a faint frown, he knelt to pick it back up--and that was when he saw something that had been concealed behind it.

"Surgical tubing?" He reached through the gap, pulled the box out, and opened it. "Looks like this stuff might be just what I need."

[number-crunch.livejournal.com]

"You got a binomial-bashing bludgeon? You got a deca-desire to destroy?," grumbled the mathematician, wincing a bit as he pulled the bandaging tight. "No? Then it's an added double negative; no multiplied cancellation here."

His piece said, Sho slumped back down in the wheelchair. He gave the other man who came in a glare and a grunt but not much else. He continued wrapping his hand until it was positively mummified before tying it off, pulling it tight with his teeth. The strain only served to remind him of how much his head hurt. Preoccupied with his own injuries, he was hardly paying attention to Lockon's fumbling about. He did at least glance over at his comments.

He didn't know anything about medical equipment or slingshot making, but if the tubing was rubber, he guessed it might work. The Reaper would settle for the shovel.

"Anything else you need? Otherwise I'm grabbing the bandages and let's go check the other closet."

There were also some tanks, and if those were fully pressurized...

[irishpirational.livejournal.com]

With the added bonus of the pain, it took Lockon longer than usual to decipher Sho's words. He kept the frustration of it off his face, though, and instead merely looked determined.

He made sure he had enough of the surgical tubing in one pocket. He'd intended to fix his slingshot up as he went, but his head hurt too much to focus on that right now. He'd do it tomorrow night, if he felt better by then. It occurred to him that he didn't know if he would, but he pushed that thought aside.

Instead, he just gave Sho a nod--a small one, so as not to trigger too much pain. He winced a little anyway. "Let's go."

[number-crunch.livejournal.com]

Stuffing the a few rolls of gauze and medical tape in his pockets, Sho grabbed a pair of oxygen tanks; he wasn't sure what he'd do with them, but with the number of possible applications, he was sure he'd find something. Some other time, when his cranium wasn't aching. Dragging them along, he carefully, out of respect for his own injuries if not Lockon's or the other man's, passed by them and out into the hallway.

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