Nightshift 45: Extra Storage

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As soon as the door opened, Harley wrinkled her nose and tried to keep herself from sneezing. That same stupid hospital smell was something she'd learned to deal with long ago, but this room added a little something extra and unpleasant to the experience. The place was full of cardboard boxes, and definitely had that "stock room" smell. It was that kind of stuffy atmosphere that almost made her want to pull out of the room entirely.

Yeah, she decided against staying in this one too long... Just a quick peek, then she was out of there.

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The room didn't seem all that interesting at first. In fact, as she made her way through the tight, messy room, it looked absolutely dull. Her entire attitude shifted, however, once she saw what was in one of the open boxes. Uniforms! Doctor uniforms anyway. Ohhh, so this was where they kept the hospital stuff, was that it? This might actually be fun after all! Too made the place was such a mess. There was no way she could dig through absolutely everything. She'd have to rip the boxes apart randomly as fast as she could and hope for the best.

First things first, though; Two of those doctor coats were quickly nabbed and thrown into the bag. She grabbed the box and flung it to the opposite side of the room, done with it now, and ripped open the next box. Nope. Next one: Boring. Next one: Nuh Uh. Next one: No!

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Every time she finished a box, she flung it out of the way to continue on to the next one. Not like anyone was goig to care if the place was just an itty bit messier. Oh! Here. Medical supplies. That was... interesting she guessed. She threw one roll of gauze in along with a roll of medical tape, a pack of butterfly stitches, a box of latex gloves, and a tube of burn cream (just incase she ran into stupid robots again).

The next few weren't very interesting at all and were mostly repeats of the other things she had tossed away already. She managed to get a little bit here and there, grabbing a set of thermometers, a pair of goggles, two sponges, and three empty pill bottles. But it was her last find that made up for all the wasted time. A whole box of syringes~! Now they were talking! She snatched that thing and threw it in the bag along with everything else.

She tested the weight of the bag. Hmm. It hadn't changed much from how it felt after the janitor's closet. She was contemplating grabbing a crutch for good measure. Not to be used as a crutch, of course. I mean, how hilarious would it be to beat someone with a crutch of all things? But would it even fit in the bag? This was goign to be uncomfortable enough to carry down the stairs, and her luck, something would chase her the whole way. She grabbed the crutch and lifted it up, trying to determine if it would fit or not. Maybe she could carry it? No, that'd be too much. Where was a second pair of hands when she needed one?