"We can't fully expect that pattern to remain unchanged, especially if this is about stimuli. The institute hasn't exactly done these warping doorways before, either--" McCoy was pointing out as they stepped through the door. He trailed off
The vomit was the first thing he noticed, a sour smell to the air. Noticing the actual damage done to the room came next.It looked like a storm had come in here, destroyed boxes and cans littering the room and floor, some barely hanging off the shelves. The on;y damage they'd seen had been that place back in Doyleton, and it hadn't looked nearly so recent. Some of the cereal was still pouring, from a shelf in a silent waterfall of grain. There didn't appear to be anyone in here, but judging from the state of the room, it looked like it hadn't been all that long ago.
"Spock," he motioned with the flashlight, the beam landing on the different puddles on the floor. Just as he'd thought, vomit, and then further in, dark red glimmering in the light, in splatters. It didn't look as serious as a severed artery, but it didn't look like too small a matter anyway. The blood liked dark, heavy, spattered in a series of drips rather than a spray.
A fight? he wondered. This room looked relatively small, not much in the way of blind spots, and with the only exit back the way they came, he didn't see how something like Jim's creature could even fit in here. That left the possibility of a fight between patients.
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The vomit was the first thing he noticed, a sour smell to the air. Noticing the actual damage done to the room came next.It looked like a storm had come in here, destroyed boxes and cans littering the room and floor, some barely hanging off the shelves. The on;y damage they'd seen had been that place back in Doyleton, and it hadn't looked nearly so recent. Some of the cereal was still pouring, from a shelf in a silent waterfall of grain. There didn't appear to be anyone in here, but judging from the state of the room, it looked like it hadn't been all that long ago.
"Spock," he motioned with the flashlight, the beam landing on the different puddles on the floor. Just as he'd thought, vomit, and then further in, dark red glimmering in the light, in splatters. It didn't look as serious as a severed artery, but it didn't look like too small a matter anyway. The blood liked dark, heavy, spattered in a series of drips rather than a spray.
A fight? he wondered. This room looked relatively small, not much in the way of blind spots, and with the only exit back the way they came, he didn't see how something like Jim's creature could even fit in here. That left the possibility of a fight between patients.