The stench of hospitals always made Zyklus' nose itch. They ha dbothered him ever since he was a young child. Still, he figured he might be able to find some friends in there. The sick patients were innumerable hosts to a variety of diseases, like the flu, ebola, and of course, Herpesviridae, the virus that made him a god. Of course, to Zyklus, it wasn't a virus, but the cure. The cure for what, you ask? The most powerful disease known to the galaxy. The human gene. He was so glad he didn't have it. Still, he had a respect for the damage they caused. They truly were a powerful sickness, but one that had to be cured nonetheless. Not because they were a threat to him, but because they were a threat to themselves, and if they all died out, he'd have no one to play with. A little bit of plague was okay once in a while, but a virus took pride in how many kills it had, and if there was nothing to kill, there was no pride.
Stepping through the front doors, Zyklus walked to the front desk. Smiling pleasantly at the girl working, he zoomed right past it, barely stopping to apply hand sanitizer (a concept he found laughable), and carried on. No one tried to stop him. Why would they? He looked like just a regular visitor, going to pay his dues to someone sick. Arriving at the elevator, he stopped and clicked the button to call it, studying the chart on the wall detailing what floor held which units. Deciding that he'd get to that later, he focused on a course of action. Suddenly, there was a ding, and the steel plates that blocked off the elevator shaft slid open along with the elevator doors. Walking into it, he flipped his blue cloak around himself and tapped the button for the highest floor. Settling against the wall, he relaxed as the contraption went to work.
It stopped every couple of floors, some getting in and some getting out. Still, by the time he reached the top floor, it was only him in the small cell. Waiting for the doors to open, he stepped out and began walking, looking for the door onto the roof. It didn't take too long. Of course, there was a lock system on it, but it couldn't stop anyone with even a vestige of Fullbring power. Pulling on the soul of the lock, he opened the door and walked through. Pulling himself up the small stair case by the railing, he kicked open the door at the top and emerged on the roof. Finding himself at the ledge after a few minutes of walking, Zyklus glanced down at the city with his green eyes, taking note of people entering and leaving the hospital. What fools. This place couldn't cure what they were really afraid of, only put it off another day longer. Sometimes.