RP: The Hospital Wing
Comes after this.
An observer might have seen incongruity, perhaps even comedy, in sight of the huge man climbing the staircase, dwarfing the limp form of the golden-haired man he carried; except there was nothing humorous in the blood streaming down the unconscious man's face, nor about the purple and blue swelling of his eye and cheek. Mathayus had his doubts about the Hospital Wing, but this guy needed some help - more than Mathayus was going to be able to give.
Explanations were going to have to wait, though. There was something going on between Corcoran and this Charles guy, and until Mathayus knew what it was, well... an Akkadian knew how to keep his peace.
He burst through the Hospital Wing door. "Little help here?" he hollered.
An observer might have seen incongruity, perhaps even comedy, in sight of the huge man climbing the staircase, dwarfing the limp form of the golden-haired man he carried; except there was nothing humorous in the blood streaming down the unconscious man's face, nor about the purple and blue swelling of his eye and cheek. Mathayus had his doubts about the Hospital Wing, but this guy needed some help - more than Mathayus was going to be able to give.
Explanations were going to have to wait, though. There was something going on between Corcoran and this Charles guy, and until Mathayus knew what it was, well... an Akkadian knew how to keep his peace.
He burst through the Hospital Wing door. "Little help here?" he hollered.