Posted about 3 years ago
As the elevator stopped and opened again, Arielle headed out towards the surgical room, silently praying there was something left. Most of the room was destroyed, and the injured bodies were dead across the ground; they must have fallen during the chaos. Sliding open the draws of the cabinet, she revealed a row of operating tools and needles, which were free from any sign of damage. Her eyes flashed to the desk in the corner, which was split down the middle and lying on one side. She pulled at the broken draw with difficulty, but it was obviously refusing to open. A hand suddenly clasped the edge of the desk, the other beckoning her to move away. Max threw a hard kick to the edge of the desk, and then another, finally able to tear out the draw. Arielle moved back to his side, immediately recognizing the euthanasia. Picking up a bag from the metal cupboard beside her - which was also toppled over - she slid both the needles and the euthanasia inside, followed by a number of other medicines and surgical instruments they may need. She hadn't forgotten about Jennifer's injury, and she knew that her best friend could easily end up with an infection if it wasn't treated. "Okay, let's go!" she whispered beneath her breath, hurrying back to the others with Max.