Who: Wyatt Halliwell and Open What: Randomness for him to make new friends :D When: Saturday afternoon Where: The med bay, and then whereever else
Wyatt had been working on figuring out just what he had access to being the head of the med bay. Even though he had the power to heal, his father had taught him basic medicine for things that weren't fatal or even very harmful, because his parents hadn't wanted him to grow up without gaining the antibodies or any of the small scars kids get when they are small. They didn't want him to become spoiled from his powers. He also wasn't able to heal himself, and by the time he was three, he was the only one in his family that had the ability to heal.
He was looking through all the supplies, making sure there was enough of them if he didn't happen to be around and someone was brought in and needed attention, or if he, himself, got hurt. He marked down how many sterile gauze packets there were and leaned over a table and let out a sigh. It would take him forever to get this in order, but that was a part of him that came from his mother, the need for everything to be organized and in its place.