Miguel drops to one knee and observes Parthen's condition. He checks for any visible sign of bites or scratches. Nothing more than a few cuts and bruises. Then, he cautiously leans over the man's face and checks the pupils for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. "<span style="color: skyblue"><span style="font-style: italic">Dehydration</span></span>," Miguel finally notes. He slides the<span style="font-style: italic">Louisville Slugger</span>through the makeshift strap on his back, "<span style="color: skyblue"><span style="font-style: italic">Lucky I found you</span></span>," Miguel says as he rises to his feet and moves to grab hold of Parthen's ankles.<br/><br/>Miguel drags the dying man's body across the cement rooftop. His breathing becomes heavy as he makes a feeble attempt to keep fresh oxygen in his lungs. However, he finds it more difficult than one would imagine - exerting what bleak amount of energy he has left while being slowly cooked alive by the blistering heat of the sun. Miguel stops halfway across the rooftop and wipes the sleeve of his coat across his sweat-drenched forehead. He takes a few moments to let his breathing steady itself. "<span style="color: skyblue"><span style="font-style: italic">I can't wait 'til this fucking day is over</span></span>," he grumbles before trekking the rest of the way across the roof to the<span style="font-style: italic">Roof Access</span>door.<br/><br/>Miguel drops Parthen's feet and opens the door. He retrieves his flashlight, clicks it on and checks the stairwell for any infected. None. Then, he grabs Parthen by the ankles and drags him into the shade beyond the door. Next, Miguel retrieves his half empty bottle of water from his backpack and kneels over Parthen. He pours some of it over the man's face to snap him back to reality. "<span style="color: skyblue"><span style="font-style: italic">I have some water but it's not cold</span></span>," Miguel says as he waits for Parthen to come around.