[b]Eric - Suburbs - Shan/Ryder/Scouts/O'Connor[/b] 

Eric told his men to make sure that the girl had plenty of room. "Don't worry, we've got what she needs. We had an elderly lady who had lung issues. Unfortunately, she passed on a while back, but we still have three tanks of oxygen left from her treatment." When they were about ten minutes from Haywood he spoke up."I never asked your names." He glanced in the center mirror back at the two kids. 

When they drove up to Haywood, the gates were opened quickly, and everyone climbed out. In a hurry, they helped the two into the infirmary. "O'Connor!" He barked. In the back room of the infirmary, a light flicked on, visible to the window. The door opened and Riley O'Connor stepped from his bedroom, a converted office. A tired groan came from the muscular, red-haired man. "What the devil, Eric? It's almost midnight!" He said in his thick Scottish accent. 

"This girl needs oxygen, fast." O'Connor's eyes flickered to the girl, and he understood the urgency of the situation. He produced a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked a large closet with shelves. From the back of the closet, he produced a large tank of oxygen, pulled by a carry cart. He also brought a small emergency respirator with a round blue pump. He helped the girl sit down. 

"When I pull your tube out, cover your mouth and nose with the mask. It'll force your breathing, but it isn't like the oxygen tubes. It'll feel strange and your body might panic, but do your best to relax and squeeze the pump at regular intervals." He said, handing her the respirator. Carefully, he pulled the tube away, making sure she controlled the pump right. He then removed the regulator from the tank, letting the little bit of oxygen left hiss out loudly. He quickly screwed in the regulator to the new tank, adjusting the valves, and then helped the girl get the tube back in.