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logah2016-06-17 12:14 am
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Hospital Heist (TW: Blood) | Closed to Kanaya and Aradia
After about a week of planning, it was finally time to execute this insane tomfoolery. They were actually going to rob a goddamn hospital. It was for a good cause, at least. Kanaya was going to need blood to survive, and like hell was Karkat going to let her starve. So they were actually doing this.
All Karkat brought was an empty backpack and his insurance information (just in case someone were to suspect he wasn't an actual patient?). He wore just his usual clothes; a t-shirt and his favorite gray jeans. The most important thing Karkat was bringing was his nasty injury. And it hurt like FUCK. After the monster attack, the cuts on his hand just had to get infected. The anti-bacterial ointment had been on his other hand while applying it to Dave for fuck's sake! But at least this would work out for the heist. Because this shit was definitely nasty enough to require hospital attention. Like, Karkat would probably need to go for an actual checkup as soon as they made it out with the blood packs.
Currently, Karkat was sitting in Kanaya's car and staring at his watch. It had almost been twenty minutes since Kanaya had entered the hospital. Nineteen and... Okay. They were going to do this.
Holy shit. They were actually going to do this.
Before he could overthink it and convince himself (correctly) that this was a STUPID idea, Karkat pushed himself out of the car and started to walk toward the hospital. It looked big and white and clinical, and absolutely terrifying. It was going to be okay. Karkat could do this. Just pretend to be a patient. Act natural.
"MY HAND IS INFECTED AND I NEED IT TO BE LOOKED AT IMMEDIATELY," declared Karkat as he burst through the doors of the hospital. Immediately, all eyes turned to him. There were a few nurses scattered about, some pushing equipment. The lady at the desk was wearing a prim white suit, a tight bun, and a distinctly judgmental expression.
"Sir... do you have an appointment?"
For a moment, Karkat panicked. Why had they not made him an appointment?! Then he remembered walk-ins.
"Uh, no. I'm a walk-in." Phew. Nailed it.
"You can sign in right here then," said the lady behind the counter, already looking suspicious. Oh fuck.
As casually as could be, Karkat walked over to the machine she had indicated and pretended to complete the sign-in information. They needed to avoid making an actual appointment. He was getting anxious and fidgety by the time he had finished it. Kanaya would need to wait an amount of time that made sense (they had agreed to another twenty minutes). But that didn't mean that Karkat would be able to stand it. He walked over to one of the benches and sat next to an old dude who was coughing uncontrollably. Now all he had to focus on was not going batshit crazy.
All Karkat brought was an empty backpack and his insurance information (just in case someone were to suspect he wasn't an actual patient?). He wore just his usual clothes; a t-shirt and his favorite gray jeans. The most important thing Karkat was bringing was his nasty injury. And it hurt like FUCK. After the monster attack, the cuts on his hand just had to get infected. The anti-bacterial ointment had been on his other hand while applying it to Dave for fuck's sake! But at least this would work out for the heist. Because this shit was definitely nasty enough to require hospital attention. Like, Karkat would probably need to go for an actual checkup as soon as they made it out with the blood packs.
Currently, Karkat was sitting in Kanaya's car and staring at his watch. It had almost been twenty minutes since Kanaya had entered the hospital. Nineteen and... Okay. They were going to do this.
Holy shit. They were actually going to do this.
Before he could overthink it and convince himself (correctly) that this was a STUPID idea, Karkat pushed himself out of the car and started to walk toward the hospital. It looked big and white and clinical, and absolutely terrifying. It was going to be okay. Karkat could do this. Just pretend to be a patient. Act natural.
"MY HAND IS INFECTED AND I NEED IT TO BE LOOKED AT IMMEDIATELY," declared Karkat as he burst through the doors of the hospital. Immediately, all eyes turned to him. There were a few nurses scattered about, some pushing equipment. The lady at the desk was wearing a prim white suit, a tight bun, and a distinctly judgmental expression.
"Sir... do you have an appointment?"
For a moment, Karkat panicked. Why had they not made him an appointment?! Then he remembered walk-ins.
"Uh, no. I'm a walk-in." Phew. Nailed it.
"You can sign in right here then," said the lady behind the counter, already looking suspicious. Oh fuck.
As casually as could be, Karkat walked over to the machine she had indicated and pretended to complete the sign-in information. They needed to avoid making an actual appointment. He was getting anxious and fidgety by the time he had finished it. Kanaya would need to wait an amount of time that made sense (they had agreed to another twenty minutes). But that didn't mean that Karkat would be able to stand it. He walked over to one of the benches and sat next to an old dude who was coughing uncontrollably. Now all he had to focus on was not going batshit crazy.