<span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;">With the other two's help, Matty lead the dying man inside and through the crowds. She brought them to the stairs and carefully placed one foot behind the other so they wouldn't trip. A whole flight later, they reached a vacant room, and Matty let go of their portion of the man, though they did make sure that the others were able to hold him up. Didn't want his head to just plunk against the floor. The blond removed the sheets from the bed, revealing old blood stains on the "mattress", which was just some sponge and feather and anything slightly softer than wood planks.</td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;">Matty sighed, lazily gesturing to the bed,"Put him here, I'll go get the manager." Or someone who cares enough to come up. Flicking hair out of their face, Matty frolicked down to the stairs, grabbing the emergency health pack and calling for the owner. Neither him nor anyone else in the kitchen responded, remaining focused on work. Their eyes rolled around their head and Matty groaned, returning to the room. "Did he die yet?" They asked as they closed the door, opening the pack and grabbing clean clothe.</td></tr></table></span></span></span>