Short Lived Normalcy
*It was quiet in Houston's hospital wing. Finally, it was empty, save for a doctor on call; That was the way it should he, he thought. Of course, he knew it would change, especially considering Hammerspace's nature, but... He was trying to enjoy the peace.*
*This effort was being manifested by drawing and meticulously planning a complicated hypothetical operation on a large dry erase board he had hauled into the unused waiting room of his wing. Books are stacked around as well, obviously for reference... Though they were closed. He knew it all already.*
*He mumbled to himself as he kept scribbling down contingencies, medications, chemical names, treatment plans...*
*This effort was being manifested by drawing and meticulously planning a complicated hypothetical operation on a large dry erase board he had hauled into the unused waiting room of his wing. Books are stacked around as well, obviously for reference... Though they were closed. He knew it all already.*
*He mumbled to himself as he kept scribbling down contingencies, medications, chemical names, treatment plans...*