Peter was well aware that this old body of his was better deployed for the more...sedentary of tasks, compared to the combat fitness of the university's athletes. With the recent incident of gunfire, there were a lot left injured and thus his deployment had been redirected to help out with the First Aid team. Even with this broken arm of his, he could probably help with a few things or two, as long as there was no suturing involved.
The smell of alcohol greeted him as he stepped into the infirmary, and at a glance he supposed it wasn't too different from a normal day at the labs. There were a few being treated at the moment, and so he made himself scarce from the beds, taking the time to walk around and observe the layout of the place.
Passing by the table, he noticed the dangerous looking array of equipment that was set on it, laid out neatly enough to distinguish each one of them though their placements were not orthogonally aligned. It didn't matter, or surprise him, as he watched the equipment fly off and settle back on the table like a clockwork as an emergency surgery progressed.
The cabinet was locked, but he was quickly informed that it kept the medicines and that the key was with one of the other staff. A spare key was mentioned, but Peter simply waved harried staff member off, saying that it was alright and he did not need to know everything about it.
Noticing the height and weight scale in the corner, Peter stepped onto it out of curiosity, and was pleased to find out that it worked. Losing two stone since the last month probably did him quite good, but it was a worrying trend if it were to continue. If he were to shrink any further, he might have to create another hole in his belt to keep his already baggy pants up.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Crossroads
This is Halloween Crossroads
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