Lana was there already, but alone. He tipped the beam of his flashlight down so that he wouldn't blind her as he approached.
A frown crossed his face as he approached. He knew that having to rearrange the sling had made it harder for him to prepare to leave, and that he had left the room later than he would have liked, although only by a few minutes. So where was Nina? She wasn't sick or injured, and she shouldn't have needed to do much to get ready apart from putting on some warm outdoor gear. She should be waiting with Lana already.
It was possible that she had been waylaid, and possible that she had decided that the trip in the rain would be too much trouble, or that she didn't want to risk her neck helping two people who seemed as if they might be doomed. The latter two possibilities seemed unlikely; to him, up to this point, she had seemed conscientious. The remaining possibilities he could think of were that she was being held up by conversation with her roommate, or that she had fallen asleep.
If she had been attacked on the way... it was possible, although attacks that close to patient rooms didn't seem to happen as often as other kinds... if that was the cause of the delay, they wouldn't be able to help her, and they would be sabotaging themselves by trying. They could wait for her for a few minutes, but if she didn't arrive, they'd have to strike out on their own without her assistance.
There was also the question of Lana's clothing, which stood out for its formality... and its total impracticality in terms of their plans. After resting against the wall next to her, he glanced down at her legs, then back at her face.
"Stockings?" He sounded dry, not quite dubious. He thought she would be chilled, but more than that, he thought the heels she was wearing would sink in the mud in the patch of bare, uneven land they were about to cross.
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Lana was there already, but alone. He tipped the beam of his flashlight down so that he wouldn't blind her as he approached.
A frown crossed his face as he approached. He knew that having to rearrange the sling had made it harder for him to prepare to leave, and that he had left the room later than he would have liked, although only by a few minutes. So where was Nina? She wasn't sick or injured, and she shouldn't have needed to do much to get ready apart from putting on some warm outdoor gear. She should be waiting with Lana already.
It was possible that she had been waylaid, and possible that she had decided that the trip in the rain would be too much trouble, or that she didn't want to risk her neck helping two people who seemed as if they might be doomed. The latter two possibilities seemed unlikely; to him, up to this point, she had seemed conscientious. The remaining possibilities he could think of were that she was being held up by conversation with her roommate, or that she had fallen asleep.
If she had been attacked on the way... it was possible, although attacks that close to patient rooms didn't seem to happen as often as other kinds... if that was the cause of the delay, they wouldn't be able to help her, and they would be sabotaging themselves by trying. They could wait for her for a few minutes, but if she didn't arrive, they'd have to strike out on their own without her assistance.
There was also the question of Lana's clothing, which stood out for its formality... and its total impracticality in terms of their plans. After resting against the wall next to her, he glanced down at her legs, then back at her face.
"Stockings?" He sounded dry, not quite dubious. He thought she would be chilled, but more than that, he thought the heels she was wearing would sink in the mud in the patch of bare, uneven land they were about to cross.