Klavier looked the antagonistic man over, but couldn't find a gun on him. He didn't seem to be holding anything other than the other man. That quickly changed as he let the poor guy fall to ground, limp. Obviously, he wasn't conscious anymore.
He planned to keep his promise and not throw himself into anything, but he wasn't going to leave the victim outside in the hallway. With everything that was supposedly crawling around, he'd be dead for certain. Klavier never moved his eyes from the assailant, watching to see if he'd suddenly pull something out. Instead, he seemed to be ready to leave entirely.
Quickly leaving his spot, he moved toward the injured man. Dammit... Broken ribs. He knew nothing outside basic medicine. He couldn't fix an internal injury. As soon as the assailant stopped in his tracks, Klavier did the same.
He glanced down at the injured man. He was close enough to grab hi-- The gun! There it was, lying on the ground right next to the victim. Klavier grabbed it quickly so no one else would get the chance to shoot it again (though he was obviously not holding it for use). The other hand grabbed the back of the man's collar.
"...I think you've done enough. You shouldn't be wasting your time fighting with other patients. Use your energy to find a way out of here!" It wasn't very smart to heckle with someone like this, especially if they were the violent type, but if the guy was just going to stand there, it was better to occupy his mind with conversation than let him stew long enough to get ideas.
Still keeping his eyes on the assailant in case of any sudden movement, Klavier grabbed the injured man under each armpit and proceeded to drag him into room M12.
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He planned to keep his promise and not throw himself into anything, but he wasn't going to leave the victim outside in the hallway. With everything that was supposedly crawling around, he'd be dead for certain. Klavier never moved his eyes from the assailant, watching to see if he'd suddenly pull something out. Instead, he seemed to be ready to leave entirely.
Quickly leaving his spot, he moved toward the injured man. Dammit... Broken ribs. He knew nothing outside basic medicine. He couldn't fix an internal injury. As soon as the assailant stopped in his tracks, Klavier did the same.
He glanced down at the injured man. He was close enough to grab hi-- The gun! There it was, lying on the ground right next to the victim. Klavier grabbed it quickly so no one else would get the chance to shoot it again (though he was obviously not holding it for use). The other hand grabbed the back of the man's collar.
"...I think you've done enough. You shouldn't be wasting your time fighting with other patients. Use your energy to find a way out of here!" It wasn't very smart to heckle with someone like this, especially if they were the violent type, but if the guy was just going to stand there, it was better to occupy his mind with conversation than let him stew long enough to get ideas.
Still keeping his eyes on the assailant in case of any sudden movement, Klavier grabbed the injured man under each armpit and proceeded to drag him into room M12.
[Rawr! And back into here]