He couldn't have been walking for more than five minutes when he realized the suspicious lack of people in the area. "Where is everyone...?" He whispered to himself, slowing his pace to readjust the woman in his arms. He sighed in frustration at her unconscious state, but was grateful for how concernedly light she was. As he was setting the girl he just happened across on the sidewalk to pick her up again, he realized that most of the windows around him were busted. His eyes widened as he started looking more intently at his surroundings. Glass on the dirty sidewalk sent back blinding flares of light, puddles of.... something streamed out of the alleyways between abandoned and broken down brick buildings.

"Ah, fuck." He hissed as he lifted the woman back onto his chest like she was a sleepy toddler, her head resting heavily on his shoulder and her shallow breath tickling his neck. She smelled like eucalyptus mint, a kind of scent that opened your sinuses like wasabi. He hated it. "Just my luck." The man grumbled as he gripped the slender girls surprisingly built thighs to keep her up, and he promptly turned in the opposite direction. Seven minutes had passed and he walked successfully into a better part of the community. He looked both ways before he crossed the street like a respectful pedestrian. Left, right, left, and step.

"Excuse me? Young man?" A frail voice traveled to his ears as he walked across the busy street. Throwing the unconscious woman back up so he could hold her higher on his body, he looked around where he thought the sound came from. "Do you need help?" His eyes landed on a old woman, hunched over her walker in her short sleeved dress, slippers on her feet and hair dyed pale blue. "Uh-yes ma'am. Could you direct me to the nearest hospital?" He asked hesitantly. The old woman's eyes traveled to the woman in his arms and her eyes widened in recognition. "Oh! She's done it again." She said in disappointment. The man was visibly confused, so the elderly lady elaborated. "Her name is Nicolette Dannenberg. Just take her down to the end of the street and turn left, you'll find an emergency care room almost immediately. Ask for Denice, she'll know what to do." She directed.

"Oh, thank you!" The man started jogging away, while the old lady waves at his retreating back, shaking her head. "Oh my Nicolette, you sure have done it this time." She laughed to herself shakily before making her way across the street. People jumped out of the way as the man moved as quickly as he could to the clinic he was directed towards, the light woman in his arms bouncing every time he hit the pavement. He stopped in front of the sliding glass doors and waited for them to open the minimum amount of space he needed to slip through. "Hey? I'm looking for a- a Denice? I was told she could help." He called, looking around aimlessly. A light skinned, middle aged woman jogged up to him, grasping his bicep to make him look at her.

"I'm Denice, who told you to come look for me?" She cut straight to the chase, her no nonsense attitude calming the mans increasingly frazzled nerves. "Uh- some woman on the street- I have Nicolette-"
"Nicolette? Dammit what did she do now?" The nurse sighed, shaking her head as she grabbed the girls limp wrist. "Alright, follow me. Unless you don't want to carry her?" She pulled up an immaculately groomed eyebrow, just daring him to waste time. "No no, I'm fine. She weighs next to nothing." And so the nurse bustled away, grabbing equipment and gloves as she walked, the man obediently following her as he struggled to match her pace.

"Alright, set her down here. And your name is?" Nurse Denice looked at the man as he laid the woman gently down on a bed that seemed specifically reserved for the person he stumbled across. Denice snapped on her gloves as she tapped the air bubbles out of a syringe full of clear liquid, looking at Remington with expectant eyes while she felt for a vein. "Oh, uh, Remington. I'm Remington." He stuttered. "Well Remington, tell me about how you found her." Denice said with an exasperated undertone, injecting the liquid straight into Nicolette's veins. So, Remington told the nurse about the whole mear minutes of his time with Nicolette, how she had been laying on her car then suddenly fainted, how she had been perfectly unconscious for the duration of his trip.

"Alright, well just sit tight. She shouldn't wake up alone. I must say, you had great timing, if she had been out there any longer she would have developed nerve issues in her brain. She's got sunstroke, so when she wakes up I would expect some nausea and delirium." The nurse said quickly, before bustling out and closing the door behind her. "Hey wait, I—" Remington started, but the door was shut firmly in his face. He went to try the doorknob, but he heard a faint whimper, then a sudden inhale from behind him. His hand hesitated, debating on whether or not to leave, but something told him to stay. "He-Hello?" A woman's voice raspingly called, before she dissolved in coughs.

"Hey, lay back down. I'll get you some water." Remington said soothingly, watching as Nicolette swallowed painfully but listened to him all the same. "Who're you?" She whispered, watching as he filled a small paper cup with tap water from the faucet. "I'm Remington. Drink." He said softly, handing her the small cup. She threw the cup back like it was a shot, making Remington look at her in appreciation. "Oh, a party girl then?" He teased, sitting in the chair next to her bed. "You don't have to stay, I can manage from her. Thanks for bringing me here and not like, raping me or something." Nicolette said with a bitter smile while Remington looked at her in shock.

"I would have left, but Denice seemed pretty adamant I stay." Remington spoke defensively. Nicolette rolled her eyes, sighing. "Typical Denice. I'm Nicolette, by the way." She held her cold hand out to Remington, who shook it firmly. "Reming- wait I already told you that." Nicolette giggled weakly at his sheepishness. She finally sat back and actually looked at her helper, taking in his black skinnies and purple muscle shirt. He had white suspenders hanging from his belt loops, with ankle length boots adorned with a chain on the sides. Remington gave the impression of being very fashion conscious. He also looked mildly uncomfortable as silence fell over the room.

"Alright, sorry to interrupt." Denice reentered the room abruptly, making Remington and Nicolette shake their heads and say stuff along the lines of "you weren't", and "it's fine". The nurse looked between them with uncertainty, while holding a clipboard. "Okay then. So, Nicolette I'm tired of seeing you in here girl!" The nurse then proceeds to lightly hit the woman with the clipboard, making Nicolette erupt in historical giggles and blubbered apologies as she threw her hands up to shield herself. Remington watched the interaction with a slight smile that was growing as the interaction continued. "Girl, If you don't get your butt out of this bed. I don't want to see you here for another month." Denice said sternly, pushing Nicolette out of the bed.

Nicolette fell off the edge of the bed and into Remingtons chair, where she tried to grab the arm but just tumbled into the floor. Denice sighed in disappointment as Remington scrambled to help Nicolette up, but she just pushed herself up by herself. "That was not my greatest moment." She mumbled in embarrassment, before waving to Denice and walking out of the room. Remington watched her go, confused about what his role was here. After all, he just acted as a caretaker so far, he knew nothing about this woman. "Better go after her, boy. She's probably collapsed in the hallway." Denice said grumpily as she worked pillow cases off the the furniture.

"And you're okay with that?" Remington asked incredulously. "I never said it was because she's sick. Don't get presumptuous with me honey." She sniffed, making Remington look at her contempt before shuffling out of the door.