I picked up speed as I sighted Hugo's clinic, opening the door and falling on God-knows-what. There was junk everywhere as usual, although Hugo didn't seem disturbed. He was never disturbed.

"Oh... hey..." He seemed alright. Wasn't going pale or anything, and my bandages seemed to have been wrapped tightly. Yet, something was off.

"How're you doing?" I asked, scrambling over a mountain of buttons and nearly tripping on some empty bottles. "I mean, that pipe fell from a great height."

"Nah... don't blame yourself. I'll probably die in this clinic, because I never really did clean myself." He wasn't lying; he had a full beard enough to make Santa envy him. He occasionally wore thin glasses, but that was for reading. Not a very big fella, mind you, but he did have a say in most of our things. He was still lying on the bed, a blue t-shirt with yellow stripes running down on one side...

"Eh. Better to die from infection or getting your chest crushed?" I asked, trying to keep a happy mood as I sat down on a chair.

"More like... deserving, y'know. Ran the world, became one of the few... bosses for a day or... two... and..." At first, I thought he lost so much blood that he just died, right there. What really happened was that he was asleep. I didn't notice that needle sticking in his arm. Still crazy though.

"Agh. You'll get an infection here alright. Hopefully someone else will come around and fix you up." I said, walking out the clinic and creating a path for myself. I stepped onto the lonely road, walking down towards the community of Swells to begin work on that pipe; I didn't leave my equipment there for nothing.

That, and it would relieve some weight off me. Because, I'd be fighting for my life soon. A small tremor was bad. A response to helping someone who was being chased was worse.