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From the infirmary, one could hear quiet conversation in the hallway -- then it got louder and closer, and finally one could clearly hear Charlie yelp the word "Infirmary!", and then more quietly, "Quick, come on, let's get you in here."
The main door burst open and there was Hurley, limping forward, looking about ready to pass out, and sporting some kind of wound to his left leg. Charlie, looking a bit peaked himself, helped him along as much as he could.