@jules-de-stgervais
Walid felt as light as a cloud, which would be - they guessed - a normal reaction to a good manner of drugs. There were very few thoughts of great importance in their head, and everything looked a little brighter. Even if it was about 2 am, even if they had a shift in four hours. They could perhaps sleep in their office.
They walked through the hallway, smile on their face, smelling very obviously of weed and being very oblivious to it. The Tower was always quiet during the night shifts, maybe a few people on call, most of them either droning away or fallen asleep behind their desks.
Knowing it would be office that they were high - not just the smell but how red their eyes were - they still risked a look inside the main operating room, and almost collided with someone heading out. "Ooooh," they slurred, then smiled. "Sorry."
