NIGHTSHIFT 33: EAST WING, HALL A
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Leon bolted down the hall, Clark close by. The adrenaline that had been pushing him this far was starting to wear off, and he was suddenly very aware of the bleeding wounds in his stomach. And arm. And leg.
"This is it," Leon said, breathing hard, and nodded at the door to the janitor's closet. He leaned against the wall, attempting to keep weight off his injured leg. He dropped the bat to the floor, wincing as it clattered nosily, and started pulling off the sling holding his injured arm. It'd be more useful as bandages now. He managed to get the strap over his head, and glanced up at Clark. "You all right?" he asked.
Leon bolted down the hall, Clark close by. The adrenaline that had been pushing him this far was starting to wear off, and he was suddenly very aware of the bleeding wounds in his stomach. And arm. And leg.
"This is it," Leon said, breathing hard, and nodded at the door to the janitor's closet. He leaned against the wall, attempting to keep weight off his injured leg. He dropped the bat to the floor, wincing as it clattered nosily, and started pulling off the sling holding his injured arm. It'd be more useful as bandages now. He managed to get the strap over his head, and glanced up at Clark. "You all right?" he asked.