Libby opened the door to their room to peek out, watching as everyone seemed to clear out of the room the Russian man and Shay had been. She looked back at Copper and gave him a hesitant smile, then gulped as she slowly creeped out of their room and down the hall. The curtain was still half drawn around the Russian man's bed, but she could tell that he was still asleep. She slipped past the drape and stopped to stare at him. He was big and scary, just as he'd always been. That was why she had to do this now; because once he woke up, she'd never get the chance.

The girl looked up at the IV that was replenishing the man's blood. She could make this look like an accident if she just poured something bad in there. Libby wasn't sure what to use, but there were several bottles around. She was sure that if she used them all, [i]something[/i] was bound to happen. The girl took a slow step forward, reaching out to take a small, glass bottle of lidocaine. She had no idea what it did, but it looked important. She looked up at the IV and tried to see how the bag would open; she couldn't even reach up there!

Suddenly, the man gave a couple wet coughs. Libby jumped, backing away from him quickly. He coughed again, harder this time, and then again. The nurse came hurrying in quickly, making Libby step to the side and quickly hide the bottle in her pocket. 
"Is he going to be okay?" She asked innocently. The nurse took a rag from the counter and began wiping bloody sputum from the man's mouth. 
"I'm not sure," She said truthfully, "Why don't you go back to your room, sweetie?" Libby hesitated, then quickly retreated down the hall.

The man coughed into the rag a couple more times before trying to raise himself up off the bed. 
"Sir," The nurse said, gently holding him down. "Sir, I need you to stay flat, alright?" The man hacked again, then tried to clear his throat. The nurse quickly gave him some water to drink. After washing down the crud in his throat, the man finally stopped his coughing fit. 

"Are you okay, sir? How do you feel?" The nurse knelt down to be on eye level with the Russian. 
"Like shit," The man managed to croak. His opened his blue eyes to look at the woman. The nurse smiled a little.
"I would think so. You've been through a lot today, sir." She paused. "What's your name?" 

The Russian man cleared his throat again before answering. "Sasha," He said, his voice hoarse. "Sasha Belov." 

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Isam made his way towards the gate. There was something strange going on just outside, and he wasn't sure just how close he should get to it. It looked as thought the radioactive man, Jacob or something, was letting his powers loose. It didn't really look like they needed any more help, so he decided that he should get his well earned rest. 

Isam's feet carried him towards the back end of the city, where the people he had led there now resided. He remembering having been on his way to Omar's this morning, but never making it. The man's farm came into the view at the front of the Arab neighborhood. Cows grazed on the grass within their pens, and chickens ran loose as they pleased. A cat was playing with a dead mouse off by the barn. Isam looked at the few remaining horses in their paddock, munching on hay. His group wouldn't have gotten too far without them. 

Omar's home was humble and inviting. Isam took his shoes off at the door before letting himself in. With Omar nowhere in sight, he walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch. Omar had the most comfortable couch...or maybe he was just very tired. Isam found his eyes getting heavy as he laid there, and soon, he was asleep.