Although Logan's attention was primarily focused on the hallway ahead, it was far from difficult to keep track of the others as they spoke.
"Don' think it matters too much bub, but I think I remember someone tellin' me 'bout a sorta...field hospital some o' tha other patien's've set up in a room in tha first Male block, M35 I think." True, anyone there with medical abilities or healing powers might not be able to help someone whose injuries weren't physical, but it was a lot closer than their own room, and he'd feel much better about leaving him with someone rather than just dumping him somewhere random.
Logan frowned as he listened to the boy's forlorn mumblings. He knew a lot of languages, several of them fluently, but that hadn't sounded like anything he'd ever heard before. Whatever it was though, the tone spoke of a desperate kid on the verge of mental collapse. He wished he could do more to help, but knew he'd likely have little success. He could think of nothing else to do but utter a few sparse words of encouragement. "Hang in there kid, not long now, gonna get ya someplace safe real soon." At the t-junction of the hallway's end, he held up a hand, motioning the others to stay put, whilst he scooted to the corner nearest the direction of the stairwell and crouched against the wall, scanning up and down the hallway. He motioned again, forward this time, and stepped around the corner.
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"Don' think it matters too much bub, but I think I remember someone tellin' me 'bout a sorta...field hospital some o' tha other patien's've set up in a room in tha first Male block, M35 I think." True, anyone there with medical abilities or healing powers might not be able to help someone whose injuries weren't physical, but it was a lot closer than their own room, and he'd feel much better about leaving him with someone rather than just dumping him somewhere random.
Logan frowned as he listened to the boy's forlorn mumblings. He knew a lot of languages, several of them fluently, but that hadn't sounded like anything he'd ever heard before. Whatever it was though, the tone spoke of a desperate kid on the verge of mental collapse. He wished he could do more to help, but knew he'd likely have little success. He could think of nothing else to do but utter a few sparse words of encouragement. "Hang in there kid, not long now, gonna get ya someplace safe real soon." At the t-junction of the hallway's end, he held up a hand, motioning the others to stay put, whilst he scooted to the corner nearest the direction of the stairwell and crouched against the wall, scanning up and down the hallway. He motioned again, forward this time, and stepped around the corner.
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