Kiss it

Leo laughs and shakes his head. "You keep buying me lunch and you're not gonna have enough money to finish this place."

Slithering back into the hole again, he works with the pipe one more time. "How about I buy this time?"

He grunts as he tries to loosen the pipe again. "It would make me feel better anyway." A loud clink and Leo's hand slamming into the toilet brings him back out again, this time sucking his knuckles. "That's it. You're right. Lunch."

Managing to stand up, he helps Cassy up too. "Food always helps. Now, where would you like it from this time?" Rubbing his sore hand, he grimaces a little. "Unless you can kiss this and make it feel better, maybe a trip to the medicine cabinet should come first. You got an ace bandage?"


Susanne knocks on Dalton's office door and enters slowly, giving him a small smile. "I didn't want to interrupt you... but I have this card here." She holds it up for him to see. "It's for Scott... I've been having people here sign it and... I thought you might want to too."


Dylan wanders across the lawn, looking around, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Seeing no one around and knowing that Angel was in the dining hall's kitchen with Wendy, he aims casually for the infirmary. Reaching the door, he takes one last glance around before letting himself inside.

Glancing around the first room, he sees the desk, some filing cabinets... nothing of too much interest. Ambling to the back, he tries the next door, finding it lock. Not surprising. Fishing in his pocket, Dylan draws out his pocket knife and begins working on the lock. It doesn't take him a full minute before he hears the click.

Putting the knife back, he opens the door slowly and spots the cabinets he was looking for. Heading towards it, he fingers the glass doors, reading the labels of bottles inside. He takes his time, cocking his head to see around to some of the other bottles near the back. Bingo.

Using his knife again, he picks the smaller lock on the doors until he's got it open. Reaching carefully inside, his hand is not as steady as it should be for maneuvering around all the bottles and syringes, but he manages to latch onto the pills he'd been looking for. Drawing them out, he looks at the label to make sure they were the pain killers he thought they were.