I was bleeding. I could feel it in my nose, coating my throat. I wasn't the only one bleeding, but it was most prominent obviously for me. Red couldn't open her left eye, Yellow's monkey-thing was half dead, my best friend, the Cleaner, didn't APPEAR damaged but I could tell he was struggling as he silently moved through us all. There was a silent panic unmistakably familiar with us all, as Teal promised his way out of this as usual. "Pray tell, there is a friend of mine who I know can get us out of this mess. He's at the local hospital, and he's just the one to do it."

He was speaking of a doctor, right?

The others continued on as if nothing was out of place, a small group of stragglers in the largest of Monaco. All thieves by trade (even me, right? I was only here to pay Teal back a promise I'd made a while back. I'd of course rather be working.), some more silent than others but all just as guilty. Though I doubt any of us meant to end up in this situation, it just kinda happened. And let me tell you, you'll never know a man as well more than when he's broken and traveling streetlight to streetlight.

"What kind of friend are we speaking about, Gentleman?" Red asked curiously, her braid swinging back and forth with each blood step she took.

"He's… interesting. He'll know how to hack our way out of this though, I promise. I wouldn't lead you astray, would I?" His eyes twinkled mysteriously as his words hung in the air, only to be broken by the sound of a siren zoom by. "Seems we're near our destination, my friends. I'll stay out here, yes? He's on the fourth floor. With such a delicate… matter as this, Mole, Cleaner, I'd suggest you two would be best for this. You'll recognize him easily. Green."

And with that, Teal and the select others found a place to camp in the bushes, able to sit and rest and take care of their wounds until we came back. My eyes, hidden under my goggles, glanced at the Cleaner and he squinted more than usual at the light shining in his face from my miner's hat.

"Sorry," I chuckled quietly, switching the light off. He shook his head once and started off, towards the hospital. Walking behind him, I studied him once more. He had a normal frame, tall, which was fitting considering his habit of looming over people when they didn't notice. His brown hair, cropped short and with streaks of blonde, didn't seem to move as he walked, his arms hanging low almost like a gorilla's. His large feet didn't make a sound as he stepped in front of the hospital, moving swiftly and easily taking down the front door guard with the simple swing of his arm. He didn't believe in killing, no; instead he injected them with a sleep dart, using his leg to cushion their fall before moving on to his next victim. He did this all silently, not speaking one word more than he usually did. Which was none.

I smiled a toothy grin at him. "That never gets old," I commented on his takedown method. He didn't respond but I knew he wasn't hostile at me. He never seemed to grow hostile at anyone except for Blue, who seemed to tease him quite a bit in a friendly way.

The hospital seemed dark, and slightly more empty than a normal hospital would, so after we entered the front door (and Cleaner gently took out the front assistant, a slightly chubby blonde woman who had something peculiarly white around her neck), we were able to roam the halls freely as long as we were quiet and able to sneak around whomever we needed to. I'd vowed when I was a young boy that I'd never come back to a hospital, as the fear I had shook me to the bones sometimes, but I'd do this for my friends anytime. They mattered a lot more than stupid fear, even Yellow's little monkey thing (Johnson? Jackson? I think it's name is Ellis. At least it can get gold).

We took the elevator up to the second floor, and took it and the third floor just as easily as the first floor. On the elevator to the fourth floor, quaint music played from the ceiling speakers as I looked around. A single doctor's glove sat on the carpeted ground in the corner, next to what seemed to be a wall plug- but the front of it was removed and wires were poking out. Curious, I wanted to touch the wires. I reached out, and just before I made contact, Cleaner grabbed my wrist, his grip strong as he gave me a look, his jawline set. "Alright, alright. Sorry." I shook my head at him and he let go of me as the doors opened.

This floor.. the halls were empty and dark, a HINT of green light illuminated it just enough for slight visibility, no guards to be seen. Cleaner and I exchanged a look as we traveled down, the light getting brighter, a weird hybrid of green and fluorescent. The doors to each room were open, empty hospital beds laying inside. This was creepier than the time we snuck into the aquarium, Red and I. The urge to turn on my headlight grew stronger but I pushed it away, my hands clenching and unclenching to keep themselves busy.

We came upon a room, door closed. Shadowy green light seemed to ooze around the edges of the door, dust particles floating slowly in it. My hand reached for the doorknob hesitantly, as if waiting for the Cleaner to grab it again, but when he didn't, I twisted the knob. The door opened easily and I let the knob go as it slowly swung open. The room before us was empty; except for the shadow in the left side of it. A medium-height shadow, leaning against the wall, slight murmuring coming from it. My heart raced as I grew scared, one hand on my freedom spoon. The shadow's head turned and looked at me, bright green eyes piercing mine and in a state of panic I reached up and flicked my headlight on, shining it on the beast.

This beast turned out to be what seemed a man, around my age or maybe a little older from what I could tell (23? 24?), hooded with his collar up around his mouth, all in black. A loud hissing sound emitted from beneath the collar and the Cleaner quickly flung his hand over my light, shrouding us all in green darkness again.

"Y-You ain't a doctor," was all I could muster as I looked at him, more inquisitive than fearful now.

"getmeoutofhere."

A silence followed.

"Wha?"

He hurled himself in my direction, stopping in front of my face, the green of his eyes the only thing visible under the hood. He spoke again, the collar moving quickly. "getmeout. rightnow. out." His breathing was quick and slightly rushed. I could only find myself staring at him, trying to make sense of the situation.

Cleaner nodded once, per usual, not asking any questions as he made his way out of the door and back into the hallway. The not-doctor followed him quickly, moving swiftly as if he was used to it, not looking back at me. I stood in the room for a second, looking around. Every single wall plug had the front removed, wires agape. I didn't touch them this time, yet simply shut the light off my hat and followed them.