Nightshift 35: West Wing, Hall 2-A
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The hallway was familiar, though Mello was annoyed to depend on someone else's flashlight to illuminate any corners he found suspicious. There was nothing worth pointing out, though, and he stopped opposite the first door and rested his weight against the wall. He begrudgingly accepted that the sling had been a good idea, but he definitely wasn't going to admit it to Matt.
"It's this door," he said as he fished the box of syringes and the thin blade from his pocket then offered them to his friend. "I didn't have any trouble with it last time."
The hallway was familiar, though Mello was annoyed to depend on someone else's flashlight to illuminate any corners he found suspicious. There was nothing worth pointing out, though, and he stopped opposite the first door and rested his weight against the wall. He begrudgingly accepted that the sling had been a good idea, but he definitely wasn't going to admit it to Matt.
"It's this door," he said as he fished the box of syringes and the thin blade from his pocket then offered them to his friend. "I didn't have any trouble with it last time."