[He's ransacking the clinic for supplies, lining up as much as he can find and wishing it was a little more like the clinic at home, where Deaton might pull out god knows what from god knows where. At least there was more opportunity there. Now he has some painkillers, numbing agents, needles - they can get by, he hopes, at least until someone brings a key for the infirmary supplies.
It doesn't take forever, though. Eventually, Scott comes back out, carrying supplies. He lines them along a counter before pulling out his comm to see if anyone needs them - it takes a moment, to put together why Jack's drifting closer to the door. But he finds Allison's reply eventually, and his heart just...stops.
He sucks in a breath and starts for the door.]
Allison - Allison it's okay, you're on our floor. We can get you, okay? I can get you.
[She doesn't want him to come out, and he doesn't care. He can't leave her.]
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It doesn't take forever, though. Eventually, Scott comes back out, carrying supplies. He lines them along a counter before pulling out his comm to see if anyone needs them - it takes a moment, to put together why Jack's drifting closer to the door. But he finds Allison's reply eventually, and his heart just...stops.
He sucks in a breath and starts for the door.]
Allison - Allison it's okay, you're on our floor. We can get you, okay? I can get you.
[She doesn't want him to come out, and he doesn't care. He can't leave her.]