"Uh huh," he mutters and immediately turns away from him, walking down the hallway and towards the blocks of rooms he remembers from the previous evening. The third room down is empty and he wanders in, carefully scooping Luka up and laying him out over the covers. He takes a breath, feels his body go stiff and then limp and he nearly hits the ground, catching himself on the railing of the bed.

This is to say, it takes him a little longer then he thought it would, but he finally manages to force himself back up, breathing harder. His hands are shaking. There are black spots floating through his vision. He desperately wishes that Five would move a little bit slower, but he limps back out of the room, peering at the Protector as he takes a second to lean against the doorframe.

"I need to tell a doct-t-t--" he gets caught on the word, shaking his head very slightly, "A doctor. That he's in there." He's not going to wait for the Protector's permission as he begins back down the hallway, figuring the coward will follow him no matter where he goes.