Night 59: West Wing, North Hall 1-B

[oneman_onekill]

[from here]The next hall was blessedly empty and, more importantly, blood-free. Somehow, that meant that he could breathe a little easier, but Niikura still kept up the pace he'd set the hall before. The faster they got to Mike, the better: safety was going to lie in numbers tonight

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[oneman_onekill]

"More?" Niikura's eyebrows raised. "Geez, don't turn me into a mummy here." But it was true that the wound sort of necessitated it, especially since Mike had taken off his hasty patch job to get a better look--incidentally, the outcome he had been hoping to avoid by said hasty patch job.

He ripped the sleeve off and tied it securely over the wound with the other man's help. "Alright! Good as new, eh?" He patted the bandage and hid a wince. "Let's go!" He wasn't going to give them any more time to fuss over him, that was for sure.

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