They walked for a little in silence, Vic and Jena supporting the very weak Oliver while Reese walked acouple steps behind them. Finally they caught up to Keira in the hall. "Keira, where should we all take him?" Jena asked, casting a concerned glance at Oliver, his face was very pale, and he was barely standing, how had he lost so much blood and still survived?
Keira looked back at Jena when she spoke, but she was unsure of what to do with the half-conscious Oliver. She really wanted to get out of the facility, but Oliver did need help. "We should find some medical supplies. There's got to be an office somewhere nearby . . ." From what Keira could tell, there were none. "Reese, do you know where we could find something?"
Honestly, Marcellus was shocked that Reese didn't seem to know his own building any better. Hopefully Keira's question would bring an answer that was somewhat helpful. To say the man had been acting strange would be an understatement. Actually, Marcellus soon cursed himself for also not knowing the building as well as he probably should have. Even though he generally stays in one spot, he's always been taught to mind his surroundings. Neglecting to memorize a landmark could prove fatal, like in this case.
"There should be a medical building up ahead," Reese said, "It was close to the electric room cause it seemed so many people had to many accidents there." Reese gave a quick shot glance to M though. He had that look like Reese was lost. Reese knew the place, he built the place. Well he certainly created the designs. But then again the place was quite different when it was blown up. * * * Oliver smiled. "I'm fine, I have bouts of dizziness and crazy collapses this is how it went for a while back there without anyone," Oliver said, "I already scourged the medical office....used it on some of my mates, there is nothing."
M shot Reese a glance back. His patience was wearing thin now, not like the others, but he was on his way. It seems like this circus won't be happy until everyone blows their "big top." The news of nothing in the med offices somehow didn't surprise M. He sighed through his nose and gave a nod. The nod was to somewhat confirm that his suspicions were confirmed, though he hadn't any idea the supplies were gone. On the other hand, where the hell did the supplies go? "And I'm nowhere near as shocked as I thought I would be," he said to Oliver. "So is there only one around here, or did someone do something right?"
Oliver stared at M. "After the explosion, oddly enough there were still a lot of us left, we stationed ourselves on either the left or the right hallway," Oliver said, "Those with less injuries could make it over to the left side and those who more injured stayed on whatever side they were on....we made forts and communicated with one another, we used the medical supplies for all those were badly wounded." Oliver's eyes almost seemed like they were thinking. "There are three medical stations, three groups, and the right group, my group we lost communication with the last two groups," Oliver paused, "You may have noticed, but this side well was recently attacked, I don't know about the other groups, but I would suggest it isn't safe."
"So in other words, because more didn't die in the explosion, we're sh*t outta luck when it comes to treating ourselves? That or risk our asses yet again going to another corner for supplies that might be there?" He snickered and curled his lip up on one side. "This gets better by the moment," he says before squeezing in a laugh. "Luckily for me, I'm okay. But when do we start shooting the wounded horses, so to speak?"
Oliver stared at M again. "I've always believed and I guess those who made the forts with me....that people's lives were of greater importance then our own selfish and greedy needs to survive," Oliver said, "We decided to sit it out and help each other out, we sent a signal to earth to get some help from other military." Oliver paused as if thinking again. "We decided to have more survive by helping each other out, then try to have us all run for freedom,"
"Let's just get going," Keira said, weary of Oliver and M's constant chit-chat. "We're doing nothing by standing here." They could have already been to the medical supplies by now. She began walking off in a random direction, not knowing which way led to the "possible" supplies. "Come on!"
"Yes let's. And you two, stop arguing." Jena shot at Oliver and M. Their mini-argument, was stupid and was just wasting their time. Jena jsut wanted out of this whole facility, right along with everybody else, and the sooner they foudn some medical supplies for Oliver, the sooner they could find the way out.
Vic held his peace during the arguing. The more Oliver talked, the closer he came to death. Vic wasn't exactly hoping for the man to die, but he was in support of M's idea of 'shooting the wounded horses.' Oliver was dead weight right now. Unless he proved useful in some way, he might as well be dead. On top of that, if they made it to the airstrip and escaped, there was no way Oliver would survive the trip to Earth. What's the point, Vic thought. He needed medical attention soon or saving him would be for naught. "You okay?" he asked Oliver as the group moved on.
Anna's hand tightened unconsciously on her gun; it was a reaction to stress she'd become long accustomed to. "Do we have a plan?" she asked, her eyes shifting from Reese to Oliver, then casting a quick glance at Marcellus, who seemed agitated.
Oliver smiled. "I wasn't arguing mere explaining the situation," Oliver said, "I believe even if their aren't any supplies we certainly can find something to stop me from bleeding any more." * * * Stewart felt different after they have realized his problem. He felt a little on the outside now. To him he couldn't seem to want to relate to anything. He wanted to give up right now.
"Look I don't care what you want to call it, just stop doing it. It's getting us nowhere." she then turned to face Anna, "So far our plan is to get Oliver some medical attention, but no one's going anywhere." It really was getting irritating, if they didn't get him help soon he would probably die, and the chance of more alien's coming upon them was getting greater. "Somebody, please just go somewhere and we'll follow."
"Only place to go is outta this building, since according to Oliver here, his so-called selfless attitude has left us with minimum meds that have already been used. So if we're going somewhere, it's outside, plain and simple." He's going to hand in his resignation after this. He'll get a bonus for his work here, or at least a medal, but he's looking for new employment after this fiasco is over. He was thirsty, and his cranberry juice was in Ara's locker on the other side. Just a little thing to add to the big stuff. He was immediately trying to forget Oliver though he was right there with them. The guy made less sense than Reese. Or Stewart. The lot of them, the brass, were all a bit nutty. This was quickly looking like a video game. Solve a riddle, kill an alien, it's all routine.
Donovan just continued to go with the flow of these situations. After coming out of the delirum were he was fighting every thing that moved he was unsure of himself. How could he let his crew down and give in to that darkness. Donovan stood to the side quietly. A chance to redemm himself would come at some point but now was the time to relax.
"First off I'm sure there are medical supplies left somewhere and secondly, somebody get off their ass and lead the way!" Jena had lost her patience, she was sick of standing around in this hallway discussing random crap. She wanted to do something. She would have set off long ago but she didn't know this section of the facility well at all so she probably would have gotten them all lost which would be very unhelpful. However there was somthing appealing about the idea of letting go of Oliver and storming off at random down one of the halls...last time she had done that Vic had followed her...and comforted her....and his arms had been so nice... She snapped herself out of those thoughts, she needed to focus. She looked up again and glared at M, waiting for him, or anyone really, to move.
Keira was sick of waiting around, so she beckoned for Jena to follow her. The woman seemed like the only other person who wanted to be gone. "Let's go, then," she said, pointing down the hall. "I'm heading down this way. Whoever wants to stay here can be my guest, but personally, I'm sick of this place."
Jena nodded her head at Keira, then turned to Vic, "I'm going with Keira, and I'm assuming you are too because your helping me carry Oliver." Then she started forward, supporting Oliver again, and followed Keira.
"Jena Let me give you a hand with Oliver." The weight seemed to be a real burden on her and he needed to redeem himself someway. Besides he was tired of just standing around and wanted to see what else was going on around here. He felt he had missed a lot in his personal fog.
Jena gave Donovon a small smile, she could tell that he really wanted to help in some way. "Thanks, but I'm ok, Vic's helping me." She shot another smile at him, he was very quiet, but nice, she liked that about him.
Stewart watched as everyone was helping each other. He still felt like he was outside of the group now. Like a outcast watching the popular group. He felt like ever since Dedward came out. He didn't even feel really like he was part of this survival. That's to bad isn't Stewart, they don't really care any more Do you think that is true Anna? Anna no longer wants you, she just puts that fake smile on. That doesn't sound much like Anna That side of Anna you know is a lie Are you sure? I'm the one and only who could love both you What do I do? Just command them to do whatever you want, I'll be watching my sweet
Anna felt impatient. It was taking so long. Were they ever planning on getting anywhere? It certainly didn't feel like it at the moment. But even so she swallowd her sighs and put up the same brave front she always had. Glancing over at Stewart she saw conflict in his eyes, and reached out to touch his shoulder reassuringly. She met his gaze and offered him a tired smile, wanting to say something to make him feel better. But she neither knew what to say, nor had the energy to say it, so she didn't say anything. Instead she just gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and let her hand drop as she tried to find comfort in the firm grip she had on her gun.
Stewart took a step back and released his shoulder from her grasp. She's trying to trick you, been doing it from the very beginning Stewart didn't know if this was true or not, but he rather be on the safe side then the dangerous side. Stewart just stared at Anna. She's so tired, maybe we should end her misery...don't you think. Stewart wondered if this were his path or not. He didn't know what to think at this moment. Maybe it was the release on ODD most of the time on drugs that made him notice this free flow of thought. Or maybe it was just Dedward getting out of hand.
