Percy's head whipped up as he saw the blasts around the 18th floor of the hospital building from the ground. He gritted his teeth in annoyance and pulled his hoodie over his face tighter and re-entered the hospital, against the wave of people rushing out.
His breaths became shallow as he took the stairs two steps at a time. Sweat formed on his forehead as he climbed up another floor. The areas were crowded with families crying and complaining about what was happening. Some patients were too critical to move out.
Percy knew they would die if this unexpected attack continued. But the only thing in his mind right now were two people. The doctor and the girl. He tore his eyes away from his surroundings and climbed more stairs.
The nurse screamed and tugged the armor of the helicopter man, trying to hold him back, "Please, don't take her. She's innocent." She cried and wailed as if she was helpless.
