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Since standing around in a hallway simply didn't accomplish anything (or happened to be appealing, for that matter), Scar eventually opted for taking the risk. A large risk, indeed. He'd have to rely on his senses to spot any threats on time tonight, and hopefully get away on time.
He cautiously approached the nearest stairwell, on his guard as the amount of patients around him thinned. His feline eyes glanced around as he kept his ears perked for any signs of movement. His light-stick was switched off because he didn't want to attract any attention; he could navigate well enough it anyway. He only wished the items on his feet didn't make as much noise, however. He missed his paws. They were much more silent.
After glancing up and concluding the stairwell to be safe for now, he carefully climbed the stairs. One hand clenched the steel pipe he had found a few nights ago, while his other leaned on the wall in order to keep his balance.
Nothing had attacked him thus far, and the feline hoped it would stay that way.