Wouldn't call nabbing some supplies from a part-charity hospital being a hero.

[ but aside from that, he doesn't argue the point. work at the Sanctuary? god no. ]

When I arrived, it was to Lysa handing out potions. She left untrained people to see others through the effects, which ranged from dizziness and a loss of spacial awareness to debilitating agony. Everyone came out completely cured, of course. [ magic. not magic, of course, just chemistry, but that wasn't the problem. it's the way she left people to weather those side effects without professional help. ] Not that long after, there was a blood drive. Staff there were handing anyone who couldn't operate a needle a knife to let with.

[ and maybe it's counter-intuitive to see all that and refuse to go anywhere near the place, rather than to go in and help work it out from the inside, but certain things he just hasn't got the patience for. slowly getting on Lysa's good side for long enough to have her listen to him when he's resented her for that first "help" from the get go isn't one of them.

the corridors are, thankfully, fairly clear for now. ]

I worked here during the epidemic, unofficially. It's not as bad as I like to think it is. But it's not for me.