Immediate~C
Pharmaceuticals
We get to the seventh or so floor before we finally find some intact medical supplies. We go into a room that looked to be some kind of pharmaceutical storage. Medical cabinets line the walls. Ripped open IV bags and surgical equipment are scattered across the floor amongst the dust and ceiling tiles. There’s a medical cabinet that caught my attention right next to us. The cover was shattered out so I didn’t have to jimmy it open. I look back to Cristy and nod towards the other cabinets.
Phin - “Start looking around, see if you can find anything useful.”
Cristy - “Right.”
She strides behind me, places her rifle against a tipped over drawer and starts looking through the supply cabinets. I start looking through the cabinet at the bottles and vials that are still in one piece. Morphine was the only thing I instantly recognized. Other bottles had names like midazolam, chlordiazepoxide, pentobarbital, fentanyl, and other medical gibberish. I’m no medicine expert, so I have no clue what most of this stuff even is. I start pulling out each vial one by one; reading over their brief descriptions and taking mental-note on whether they’d be useful or not. I set a select few to the side that sound as though they’d be useful for medical situations.
Cristy - “Hey,”
I look over to Cristy. She raises a strip of packaged syringes still looking as if they’re intact.
Cristy - “-would these be any use?”
Phin - “Definitely. Make sure to pack them all up.”
Cristy starts tucking the packages into her bag while I continue sorting out the vials. Once I gather as much as I can I wrap them all in a blanket for safety and fit them into my rucksack.
Pharmaceuticals
We get to the seventh or so floor before we finally find some intact medical supplies. We go into a room that looked to be some kind of pharmaceutical storage. Medical cabinets line the walls. Ripped open IV bags and surgical equipment are scattered across the floor amongst the dust and ceiling tiles. There’s a medical cabinet that caught my attention right next to us. The cover was shattered out so I didn’t have to jimmy it open. I look back to Cristy and nod towards the other cabinets.
Phin - “Start looking around, see if you can find anything useful.”
Cristy - “Right.”
She strides behind me, places her rifle against a tipped over drawer and starts looking through the supply cabinets. I start looking through the cabinet at the bottles and vials that are still in one piece. Morphine was the only thing I instantly recognized. Other bottles had names like midazolam, chlordiazepoxide, pentobarbital, fentanyl, and other medical gibberish. I’m no medicine expert, so I have no clue what most of this stuff even is. I start pulling out each vial one by one; reading over their brief descriptions and taking mental-note on whether they’d be useful or not. I set a select few to the side that sound as though they’d be useful for medical situations.
Cristy - “Hey,”
I look over to Cristy. She raises a strip of packaged syringes still looking as if they’re intact.
Cristy - “-would these be any use?”
Phin - “Definitely. Make sure to pack them all up.”
Cristy starts tucking the packages into her bag while I continue sorting out the vials. Once I gather as much as I can I wrap them all in a blanket for safety and fit them into my rucksack.