"A boy just fell out of his wheelchair!" She heard someone call, she sprinted down the passage and over to the small group crowded around.
"Let me through please, I'm the nurse assigned to look after him."
"Hmm, didn't do a very good job," someone snorted, she ignored them and rolled the fallen Shane over, he had knocked himself out after the fall.
"Shane? Are you alright?" His eyes opened and then they closed in pain.
"My, my ribs," he choked.
"It's alright Shane; can someone help me get him into the chair?" She asked around, Shane grabbed her wrist.
"Don't you dare…" he breathed. "… I need to find… my brother…"
"I've got some sedative," someone behind her said, she bit her lip, not wanting to be enemies with her patient.
"Shane, there is no way you can get outside in the condition your in, and do you want to leave Nate here by himself when he needs you the most?" Shane opened one eyes and glared at her.
"Make Nate better," he growled.
"We can't make Nate better if you keep trying to run away, please Shane, just let me take you upstairs so you can rest, we can even put you and Nate in the same room if that will help improve his state." Shane paused, and then lifted himself up to a small degree, and then fell back down in pain.
"Let me help." A doctor walked over and they lifted Shane in the chair. The nurse thanked him and wheeled him upstairs.