Pete and Ruth - Morning
He's at the Dog Park. He's actually at the motherfucking Dog Park about to do everything he can to make sure more people make it to the end of the night than not. He's at the Dog Park instead of at the hospital, where there's still people who need him and Dr. Singh. But as much as he hates this, inaction is not a choice he could have made in good conscience, even though he doubts the Hellhounds would be so giving if the roles were reversed. There's people hurting from the fallout of whatever the fuck has happened here, and now that he's actually at the Dog Park he knows he's going to stay for as long as he can to help.
Before he can help anyone, though, he needs supplies and somehow, Pete has a feeling that the Dog Park happens to have a few things that will come in handy. He's shown in the direction of the resource hangars and, once he approaches, is told to speak to the woman in charge. "I need everything remotely medical that you can spare," he tells her, once he's swallowed his pride. "I'm a doctor."