[From here]No time was wasted in this short stretch of hallway. Link had run across all of Hyrule Field. This hospital was quite small in comparison.
Praying that he wouldn't come across anything to slow him down, Link turned into the main hallways.
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As he continued along the hallways leading to the main hall, the Doctor had begun to consider making a stop by Donna's room, to see if she had already set out for the night. If not, taking her with him might not be a bad idea; it was always nice to have another perspective for this kind of thing. It was always nice to have someone to talk to.
He was still debating as he rounded the corner—it didn't have to be Donna, exactly; he could bring someone else along, and there were bound to be a few other people heading to check the clue out anyway—but shortly after, the thought was banished to the back of his mind. There, illuminated just ahead by the light of his torch, was the boy he'd met just earlier that day.
He'd looked much better then.
The Doctor opened his mouth to call out—but then hesitated, realizing that he'd never caught the boy's real name. Calling out to 'Mr Taylor' probably wouldn't get his attention, and just didn't seem right anyway.
"Oi!" he settled on instead (Donna rose to mind again), breaking into a jog to quickly close the gap between them. As he got closer, the Doctor tried to get a better look at the boy's condition. "What happened!?"
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He turned to find the man from earlier that day. Doctor something, he hadn't really caught it. He was dressed in normal clothes instead of the ridiculous uniforms this place gave out, but he didn't care enough to think anything of it. There were a lot more important things going on
"Someone changed," he explained, clenching his fists. "We tried to tie him up and shut him in his room so he couldn't hurt anyone, but he'd become completely inhuman before I could finish. ... He got away, but I couldn't go after him. I didn't have a choice."
That probably went without saying—the blood visible through his makeshift bandage spoke for itself. It still bothered him that he'd spent his time on that instead of going after Sora, but he wasn't going to waste anymore time regretting it than he had. It was too late for that.
"You didn't see, did you? It was like a moving shadow."
If they could find it again... But with how fast it had been, he honestly didn't have much hope the answer would be positive.
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"I didn't see anything; no," the Doctor answered, focusing now on the blood that was staining the boy's bandages—had those torn lengths of cloth been bedsheets once? They looked like something that had been put together in a hurry, and there weren't many options in this part of the Institute. He wished he had a roll of gauze bandages left to offer, but the rolls he'd picked up before had long since been used up. The makeshift bandages the boy had already put together would have to do until morning.
In the meantime, whatever.... no, whoever had changed and attacked the boy was bound to be dangerous. If he attacked any more people... And there were others, Landel had said; five total would turn, would change. Stopping them from hurting anyone could be even more important than tracking down that clue, if only he could find them. The clue would (probably) still be there later tonight—and even if it wasn't, there would surely be others who'd gone to investigate it.
"You said you couldn't go after him, but do you know which way he went?"
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"... No," he admitted, tensing up and looking away. "The speed was incredible. If he starts running, he's already gone. He didn't seem to be in the patient halls anymore, though."
Not that it helped any. That was only one area, and left just about anywhere, and this place was big and dangerous enough that wandering around carelessly opened you up to all sorts of trouble. This was the second night he'd been attacked, after all. He'd gotten away fine the first time, but that wasn't a very good track record, and he wasn't optimistic enough to think that it would improve.
"It's possible he'll try to avoid people," the boy mentioned. "It seems he doesn't like light very much. He ran away because I shined my flashlight on his face."
That was probably the best thing he could hope for right now. He'd been able to figure that out, so maybe the people Sora ran into would, too.
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"Well, if he's that fast, he could be anywhere by now. I don't think there's much hope in catching up to him now," the Doctor commented. "But... Most people seem to carry their torches with them at night"—he lifted his own torch to jiggle it in indication—"so there's that. Hopefully he won't run across anyone without a light." Assuming it really was the light that made him run—and at the very least, the Doctor wanted to think that it was. Better yet would be that even if his body had changed, his mind hadn't gone with it completely, so that maybe he could hang until the cure was ready.
With no idea of where the boy's friend had gone and no idea where the others who'd changed might be either, it was back to his original course of action: going after a cure. But first... "How's your wound?" he asked softly, looking at the blood-stained cloth again. "I can't do anything for your friend right now, but I was going to head after the other clue... You could come along, if you feel up to it."
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The mention of his wound made him hesitate. There was no reason to be dishonest about how bad it was, nor was it a good idea to pretend that it didn't exist. On the other hand, it they wouldn't be able to do much about it no matter what he said about it. And then there was Sora. The light worked to everyone's favor, but Kyousuke wasn't so sure he wanted to leave that chance. Something could still happen. Someone could get attacked, or worse yet, they could retaliate. And worst of all...
But his chances of finding him again like this were slim at best, and his chances of doing something beneficial were even less. He'd only put himself into an even bigger mess, when truthfully, he shouldn't even be walking around. He didn't like it, but... The clue probably was his best option. If they found something that actually worked on whatever was going on, then, and probably only then, would he actually be able to help.
"... I'll slow you down," Kyousuke warned seriously. "If I move too fast, or make one wrong step..." He couldn't even breathe the way he was supposed to; his breaths came short, because even just that hurt. Too much air, or too sharp an intake or release was just agony. He kept that to himself for now, but if it got any worse, he knew he'd have to speak up.
Of course, maybe the guy would think twice about bringing him along while he was in this state. Kyousuke couldn't say he'd be able to blame him.
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He'd never heard of people being attacked in their rooms—up until now, at least. Come to think of it, had the boy's attacker been his roommate? And for that matter, what had happened to those whose roommates were the ones to change? The thought of what might have occurred broke his hearts, but... —There was nothing he could do about it right now. It was best to keep forging ahead, to put a stop to everything before even more people were hurt.
"—Well, more safe than wandering the halls," he amended. "I won't force you to come if you don't want to."
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"Let's get going, then," he assented instead, starting off on his own. He didn't know the way to medical wing, but he at least knew he was headed the right way, since the other direction led to the hospital's grounds.
[to derp.]