Night 56: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
[From here.]Being down this way certainly did nothing for Peter's nerves. The last time he had come near this part of the hospital was when him and Harry...yeah. Right about there was where the shapeshifters came in
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The door between hallways shut behind him, snapping Scott out of his daydream. He blinked, the white of the snow fading into the white beam of his flashlight on the wall. His head turned left, then right. No Ramona.
Scott paused in the hall for a moment, taking in the sounds of other patients' shoes squeaking and clapping softly on the linoleum, echoing through the long, dark hall.
"Right..."
Despite the cold no longer being with him, Scott pulled his coat closer around his body, wincing as the fabric chafed against the wound on his arm.
He continued moving.
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