Clark could do better than walking. He was hot on Badou's heels, his longer legs helping him close the distance from that head start the other patient got earlier in the Chapel. The darkness was making it difficult to tell who was where, but, judging from Badou's yell, he'd found the thing attacking Alkaid and Claire...and he was gunning for a fight.
Which didn't really seem like a good idea, in Clark's opinion.
He wavered for a second. Try to help Badou deal with the monster (he hadn't exactly gotten a good look earlier, considering the fact he'd been half-conscious from pain and blood loss)? Or try to find Alkaid and help her? Or - oh God, Claire! He'd never forgive himself if she got hurt her "first" night back, especially since he'd stupidly let her come along with him. Panic surged in him. What if this was all his fault? These people wouldn't be here and targets for the things here if it wasn't for him.
"Alkaid!" Clark called. He could still taste his blood in his mouth. Unconsciously wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he tried again, "Alkaid! Claire!"
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Which didn't really seem like a good idea, in Clark's opinion.
He wavered for a second. Try to help Badou deal with the monster (he hadn't exactly gotten a good look earlier, considering the fact he'd been half-conscious from pain and blood loss)? Or try to find Alkaid and help her? Or - oh God, Claire! He'd never forgive himself if she got hurt her "first" night back, especially since he'd stupidly let her come along with him. Panic surged in him. What if this was all his fault? These people wouldn't be here and targets for the things here if it wasn't for him.
"Alkaid!" Clark called. He could still taste his blood in his mouth. Unconsciously wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he tried again, "Alkaid! Claire!"