"Gotta stop at one... sleeve." Omen pushed the package of Target exclusive Oreos away. His eyes widened at the fact that he'd mindlessly scarfed down so many while filling out his report. "Just going to leave those right there." Hopefully being abandoned in the common medical area would dispose of them quickly. He closed his laptop, and left to check on the several students that were sleeping off the mini influenza outbreak that always broke out this time of year. "Only ten thousand steps to work off those cookies." Will mused on the way out of the door.