[ASK: lets mourn your favorite shirt first for a moment 😔... okay lets go 🏃 we cant stay here very long-]
(You only sulk for a little while before heading out the door. It seems like the doctor guy was waiting for you and they offer to escort you out the building.)
(... Honestly, that’s probably the best option. You’d get lost otherwise.)
[ASK: do you know how to sew? maybe you can still patch up your shirt later if you find the materials]
(You don’t really know how to sew or anything. It’d be neat though! Sewing’s a useful skill. It’d be good if you could salvage some of your older clothes too...)
(You follow behind Dr. Houston)
HOUSTON: “I do apologize for the state of the hospital. We are a little, well, let’s just say our workload has been a lot heavier... We’ve got plenty of patients and not a lot of supplies to work with.”
HOUSTON: “We are lucky though! As far as we can tell, no deaths have been directly attributed to the, ah, recent incident.”
HOUSTON: "Sorry, I don’t mean to go on about such a heavy topic when you need to recover. What’s your name? I really should’ve asked earlier.”
FRESH: “Uh.”
FRESH: “New.”
HOUSTON: “New, then, now-”
(They ramble on about your health but nothing really stands out. You got knocked on the head a couple of times. Big deal. Happened 5 or 6 times before and you’re mostly fine now!)