Despite the fact that there's a lot of things in the area all too close of a reminder to things that happened back home not too long ago, Donnie isn't one to overlook potential. Given what had happened in the shadow of that tower, he refuses to be unprepared for any other emergencies. If there are medical supplies that could be of use in the creepy, upside-down hospital, then to the creepy, upside-down hospital he'll go!
It's a lot worse inside than out, but he's come this far already, and isn't going to back down now. Hospitals aren't really a place he's frequented before, especially not since he and his family technically aren't supposed to exist, so paying a visit to one in New York was simply out of the question. It doesn't help that this looks like some rendition of something out of a horror video game. He's already feeling, for lack of a better word, weird after his brush with those strange glowing blue weeds, but he'd half convinced himself it's possibly some sort of allergy.
Huh, that voice sounded familiar.
He frowns, his anxiousness about the surroundings shifting into something more of annoyance, briefly tempered by some relief to see a familiar face once he enters the room.
"Please and thank you?" he still can't help but prompt, but he steps over anyway, his feathery wings flapping once in an unnecessary boost to perch on the side of the desk.
"Maybe you're tugging it the wrong way. Or it's one of those old ones that lock unless you pull out one of the other drawers..." he muses as he looks at the other drawers.
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It's a lot worse inside than out, but he's come this far already, and isn't going to back down now. Hospitals aren't really a place he's frequented before, especially not since he and his family technically aren't supposed to exist, so paying a visit to one in New York was simply out of the question. It doesn't help that this looks like some rendition of something out of a horror video game. He's already feeling, for lack of a better word, weird after his brush with those strange glowing blue weeds, but he'd half convinced himself it's possibly some sort of allergy.
Huh, that voice sounded familiar.
He frowns, his anxiousness about the surroundings shifting into something more of annoyance, briefly tempered by some relief to see a familiar face once he enters the room.
"Please and thank you?" he still can't help but prompt, but he steps over anyway, his feathery wings flapping once in an unnecessary boost to perch on the side of the desk.
"Maybe you're tugging it the wrong way. Or it's one of those old ones that lock unless you pull out one of the other drawers..." he muses as he looks at the other drawers.