They we're running, awkwardly, but running with the old man carried between them. Wolfe led the way, remembering his way back to the medical wing.

"Over here," Wolfe called out. They came to a door label H-Room-123. When Wolfe kicked the door open he was relieved to see it was a hostpital room.

They got the old man down on the bed, a few of the others followed in toe.

Hirsch got a confused look on his face.

"Dude, Wolfe, check it out," Hirsch said pointing to the old man. His face began to change to the color blue and frost began to appear around his nose and lips.

"Dawg this ain't no normal hypothermia."

 One of the others moved in to take care of the old man. Hirsch tried to stick around and a watch, only to be pulled by the collar away from the group now around the old man. 

(now)
 
The two marines stood near the doorway.
Wolfe genuinely concerned for the old man, and curious about how he can get hypothermia.

Hirsch however was trying to sneak away to go talk to the redhead women he had seen earlier, only to be halted a glare from Wolfe.