Nightshift 39: East Wing Hall A
[From here]
This was it, he remembered it. There were doors on each side and it took a few moments of thought before his drugged mind remembered which room had been the office of his doctor. Right hand side of the hallway, third door. He moved over to that side of the corridor, broken pipette clutched tightly in his hand as he walked, ready for any attack which might occur as he counted down the doors.
He tried the handle when he reached Wilson's door only to find it locked. He scowled at the handle as though it were the source of all his problems. He was going to have to make some noise then. He sighed softly and slipped the glassware into the makeshift sash around his waist before pulling back a couple of feet. Bracing himself, he slammed his shoulder into the door, feeling it shake beneath his weight. It didn't open but one more should do it he hoped. He pulled away and slammed his weight into it again and felt the lock break, sending the door flying open. He panted softly for a moment from the exertion, rubbing his arm which would undoubtedly be bruised by the effort. One door down at least. He'd have to decide if the others were worth it.
[To here]
This was it, he remembered it. There were doors on each side and it took a few moments of thought before his drugged mind remembered which room had been the office of his doctor. Right hand side of the hallway, third door. He moved over to that side of the corridor, broken pipette clutched tightly in his hand as he walked, ready for any attack which might occur as he counted down the doors.
He tried the handle when he reached Wilson's door only to find it locked. He scowled at the handle as though it were the source of all his problems. He was going to have to make some noise then. He sighed softly and slipped the glassware into the makeshift sash around his waist before pulling back a couple of feet. Bracing himself, he slammed his shoulder into the door, feeling it shake beneath his weight. It didn't open but one more should do it he hoped. He pulled away and slammed his weight into it again and felt the lock break, sending the door flying open. He panted softly for a moment from the exertion, rubbing his arm which would undoubtedly be bruised by the effort. One door down at least. He'd have to decide if the others were worth it.
[To here]