Who: Graham and OPEN Where: the nurse's station on the 4th floor at the UMCB When: the early morning hours of 10/5/2018
Biting at his lip in concentration, Graham leaned out of his doorway and gave a bit of a look around. The coast was clear.
Straightening up, he hobbled his way across to the nurse's station and leaned over the counter. Curiously looking at the things on the desk--the notepads, clipboards, and such, he pushed away again to turn and half hop-half limp around behind it. Holding onto the countertop for balance, he managed to get around behind the nurse's station, his free hand pushing the rolling chair out of the way.
Graham reached for the cabinet doors, overhead, and tugged them open so that he could rummage through the storage space.
Was he supposed to be behind the nurse's station? No. Never. But he always managed to sneak behind there anyway. But he probably especially wasn't supposed to be back there, right now. In his hospital gown, and bandages. He probably shouldn't have been up and hobbling around either! But... Fuck it.
Dragging the basket of pill bottles down from the cabinet, he set it down on the desk, and began going through it. Because he could. Dammit. </li-cut>