It's an afterthought to turn on the lights. Matt's already rummaged through a few boxes to find what they might need. The back of the clinic was mostly storage next to an examination room with a table.
It seems that he's abandoning Doc Ock as he lights for the stairs to the upper apartment. There's the faint sound of him knocking on a door. And the sleepy answer back.
A moment later, Matt is coming down the stairs followed by a older thinner man who's putting on his glasses and rolling up his sleeves. "Gunshot wound, I think," Matt was saying to him. "Good heavens," the older man murmured at the yards of metal arms sprawling out of the man in front of him.
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in case you wonder, this man is not canon
It seems that he's abandoning Doc Ock as he lights for the stairs to the upper apartment. There's the faint sound of him knocking on a door. And the sleepy answer back.
A moment later, Matt is coming down the stairs followed by a older thinner man who's putting on his glasses and rolling up his sleeves. "Gunshot wound, I think," Matt was saying to him. "Good heavens," the older man murmured at the yards of metal arms sprawling out of the man in front of him.