LOCATION : MINUTEHEALTH. NIGHT.
" are you here for a check-up, or are you just looking to have a good time? " heath says as he drops another box onto the empty exam table. though what kind of good time one could have in a clinic like this, he doesn't really know. right now, since the clinic is technically closed for the night, the most fun he has is inventory: sorting through the drugs they still have on hand and those their scavengers managed to bring in from their run, sifting through which ones are still useful and which should be thrown away.
he gestures for the other man to come in anyway. what do you know? maybe he's lucky enough to be visited by the only man in the world who enjoys combing through vitamins and painkillers. the company isn't bad, either. " nobody usually visits me at this time of night. which, in retrospect, is a gift, i guess. even at the end of the world, it's hard to find peace and quiet like this. " he continues, looking up at the other man with a raised eyebrow. " so...? tell the good doctor why you're here. "
closed starter for @matterofsurvival.
