Click.

Avery's eyes widen at the sound. Her head turns sharply to search for the source, and upon noticing the door now closed she lets out a slight gasp. Her body shifts, and she grabs ahold of the handle. After pushing against it, rattling it, even banging on it she gives in and lets her grasp loosen and retreat back to her side.

When you get a better look at her face there's a noticeable glint of pure rage lingering in her gaze.

Just moments prior you were both making your way down a corridor, Avery muttering to you - though it was more of a one-sided conversation - about which of her tasks still had to be done by the evening. She was stressed and had been for most of the day. Part of you felt like it was your fault.

"I really wish people would stop underestimating how much alcohol they can consume at a given time. Now we're stuck with the consequences, a flood of people who have only just learnt that alcohol poisoning does in fact exist hogging up the infirmary."

You'd never seen her this irritated, or in such a bad mood. Frankly your tongue was firmly planted on the roof of your mouth to avoid being ripped to shreds by the aggravated practitioner.

You were making your way to the janitor's closet together in search of more cleaning supplies. It was the first time that day that any of the medical team had been able to escape from the chaos so you both naturally jumped at the chance.

Once you reach the janitor's closet Avery unlocks the door, leaving the keys and instead heading straight inside. You follow her, nose wrinkling slightly at the overwhelming scent of chemicals that hit you at once (although it was ten times better than the smell of vomit, which was another thing you were yet to be spared from after being stuck in the ward all day). You make it past the barricade of the synthetic aroma you both start raiding the shelves for anything that may be useful. A mop, a bucket, some sort of cleaning liquid.

It was at that moment that you'd both heard the click. Darkness instantly settled over the pair of you, quickly followed by panic on Avery's part. She desperately attempted to open the door only to find it was jammed. Pure rage seems to be infiltrating her system.