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[inquisitivehero]

Hank is in the Infirmary. Just having returned from his honeymoon and feeling good, he has plunged back to work, as usual. He is adjusting a monitor near a bed and fiddling with the readouts as he does so. He just might be humming something cheerful as he does so. His good mood should last since there cant possibly be any doom right now, right?

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm walks quietly into the infirmary, carrying a covered cup of coffee in his hand, and a slim notebook in the other. He takes off his overcoat and carefully lays it over the back of a chair just inside.

He smiles at himself doing that. He hardly needed a coat just coming down from his room upstairs, but he would have worn one on the way to his office back in his old life, and today it just felt like the right thing to do.

His face grows more serious, though, as he scans the room and notices Draco is still here. It's been a few days. Malcolm had hoped he would be well enough to leave by this point, but sometimes things don't work out that well.

He walks over quietly, notebook and coffee back in hand.

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank leads Max into the Infirmary, taking her to a bed that is flat straight. He sets up the mini-incinerator on a table next to the bed and extracts the controller and goggles as well as setting up the monitor to monitor the nanobots. The he sts the case on the table and looks to her.

"OKay. I am ready."

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[inquisitivehero]

The Infirmary is busy tonight, but not badly so, and Hank is around, if you look for him. There are beds to be had and the whole place smells of cleanliness but not obnoxiously so. Lights reveal beds and curtained areas where other beds are located.