 *late* urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
Sigh. Evals. SIGH.
The mere thought made Bryce squirm as he made his way towards the Technology Lounge. It wasn't exactly the Healers -- he didn't care much for them -- it was the needles. The thought of being injected with one of those made his skin crawl and if someone was going to pull one out on him, he was running out of he place before they could say 'St. Mungo's'.
So keep those away and they were good. Keep any dummies away too--
............. He had no words. No words for this place. None.
If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought that he had stepped into St Mungo's itself. Hazel eyes took in the room, a mildly incredulous look spreading acros his face. There were going to be scalpels and needles as Merlin knows what other kind of sharp objects you'd normally find in a hospital. No. Just...... no.
"Bryce Howell. Environmental Department Head." Let's get this over and done with? He had things to do and there was a delicious looking doughnut in a box in his bag that had his name on it.
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