Damian stared horrified at the chair, 'were infirmaries meant to have iron chairs?'
Now he wasn't sure if he was in the right place, if he hadn't stepped in with Lance or for the fact there were hospital beds, equipment and folds all around. This place might as well be a cover up for a horrific torture department.
This chair didn't look like something he was willing to sit on, it looked more like a torture chair in the movies where an wire was strapped to the legs and plugged to an electric source.
Shaking his head, he had to shake off those silly thoughts, exhaling as he tried to calm his nerves as he slowly sat down.
"For a second I thought you wouldn't sit." Gabrielle gave off a deadly vibe, pressing in on his shoulder as she towered over him while she still stood.
"Why wouldn't I sit, it's just a chair..." he gulped, "ofcourse."
Pulling up an ergonomic chair, she sat comfortably on it, a grin on her face.
