In the Clinical Unit (Egypt)

[Turkey]

Sadik sighed softly as he walked through his routine check of the viles of medicine, gauze, medical tape, bandages, and other things; his golden eyed gaze had settled on the cabinet of antibodies for a moment as he stopped to inspect which cc bottle they needed the most. The dosages seemed to be in good shape though, and it wasn't as though he had several patients coming into the room at once. If that happened, Gupta would definitely share the workload without complaint. Picking up his clipboard, he clicked the top of the pen which ejected the pointed end and wrote a few things down, checking a box or so while he was at it.

[Egypt]

Gupta rubbed his eyes with one hand, stifling a yawn with the other . He wrote down a few more things then closed his note book. He swiveled around to face Turkey.

"Ok... I've written down all of the herbs I could think of that can grow here and what kind of effect they have..." The Mediterranean nation huffed out a soft sigh. "...So how is your progress coming? What do we need the most so I can tell England what to ask for the next shipment?"

Egypt paused then swiveled back to the desk he was sitting at, opening back up the note book. He jotted down a note to himself to ask Canada if he new where any of these herbs grew best, so that they might be gathered at a later date.