"Well, I'd like to be an optimist and tell you everything's going to be fine, but that would just be cruel at this point," Adjutor admits, "All you can do right now is focus on surviving this place. It would hardly be any good to have discovered a way back if you can't use it, now would it?"
"I mean, hey, look on the bright side," Adjutor says with a shrug, "With luck, you might have something to go back to. I lost both my chance and my right to have anything like that a long time ago, so I guess this place hasn't really gotten to me as much as it should have."
Just go ahead and leave. You're going to go at some point, so just spare me the wait and leave.
"And there I go," he allows a chuckle, "Trying to be the optimist right after I said I wouldn't."
Suddenly, the cold night air cuts at the teen in a way that he can't block out with the impromptu fire. Deciding to try to get some rest while he can, he makes his way back to the crude shelter of the concrete ramp, huddling up next to Laivatain once more, the heat of the Fire Elemental doing nothing for the liquid ice now pouring through his veins.
Fortunately for Grendel's patience, the Medicae personnel are nothing if not resourceful. Entering the Vehicle once more, they start to make their way to another Hospital. Fortunately, the Dragoon seems to have stabilized by now, so the extra wait shouldn't be a problem.
The ride to the nearest hospital doesn't take as long as Grendel expected, the strangely boxy vehicle soon coming to a stop outside of the entrance as the Medicae quickly go about getting Blackburn out of the ambulance, bringing him in as everyone they pass by offers a wide berth for the strange group.