Nightshift 28: East Wing, South Hall 1-A

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With the thought of food fresh in his mind, Allen found himself hurrying along, his mood just a little bit brighter. It seemed like his stomach was always rumbling in this place.  While the dinner had been sufficient, he was already hungry again after using so much of his strength just to invoke the Innocence back on the bus. 

He had to be careful though, his eyes were still adjusting to the darkness.  Usually the dorm rooms and hallways were safe, but then, usually there weren't giant automobiles and trips into town that ended with everyone being attacked by transforming nurses.  He wasn't going to take any chances if he didn't have to.

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[ham_fisted]

"Watch you don't trip, sir," Gumshoe warned, grimacing while maintaining his role as the young man's sturdy support. Leon's height and weight was... well, not much, meaning the detective could lift the guy up without effort, surely! They'd certainly reach the place faster, but there was also the possibility of broken bones, particularly the boy's ribcage, that had him convinced having him limp his way to the clinic would by far decrease chances of further injury. No sudden movements for his body to react against.

There was also that thing about calling him 'sir' – one that had found fault in Gumshoe's books. It kept the ranking officer quiet, though, so he was willing to bite the bullet rather than complain. Complaining would get them nowhere, although it grated him to abstain from the idea.

"Thanks." He gave Anise a brief nod as he helped Leon across the threshold.

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