Stark had eaten far more chocolate eggs than could possibly be healthy by the time he got to the clinic for his Sunday shift. That didn't stop him from bringing in a few more eggs that he'd picked up on his way in, just in case he needed more chocolate later. Or in case anyone in the clinic needed chocolate.
After checking to see who was in what beds tonight and determining that the dead girl was still dead, he sat down at the desk with a notebook, the chocolate eggs, and two weetiny egg-bearing bunnies that had been following him since this morning. He might have been trying to teach the weetiny bunnies about Sociology of the Paranormal, but they weren't paying much attention.
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