[Nyx looks distracted, looking first one way and then the other, and Jack looks with him, brushing off thoughts of blood by trying to parse out what he's seeing that Jack isn't. Does he know those people? Does Jack, for that matter?
Uncertainty remains, digging a deeper groove between his eyebrows. Getting back to the hospital with professionals who know what they're doing nearby is a good plan, a great plan.]
Yeah, you don't look so good. Maybe... Do you need my shoulder? I can take your bag.
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Uncertainty remains, digging a deeper groove between his eyebrows. Getting back to the hospital with professionals who know what they're doing nearby is a good plan, a great plan.]
Yeah, you don't look so good. Maybe... Do you need my shoulder? I can take your bag.