It wasn't simply holding the hospital up. It was keeping it steady and relatively unaffected by the shaking from the quakes and the aftershocks that was so brutal. There were delicate procedures going on throughout the building, and they couldn't be upset by even a natural disaster.
He was using his link with Evey to guide her to him, trying to assess Leeloo's condition as well as the new boy, Edward's. At least that's how Leeloo was identifying him.
Harry was carrying the blonde kid. He'd gotten a good look at the kid's arm and the heavier leg. And the heavy scarring around the stumps of the missing flesh. Whatever had taken his limbs hadn't been pretty, and the attachment of these prostheses was less so. He hadn't examined it too closely, just in case it was some futuristic doodad that would short out if he tampered with it.
He brought the kid straight to Peter. "Knocked out by the rubble," he said. "But he's breathing. Leeloo's the one--"
"--in pain, yes." Peter still had his hands against the wall. The aftershocks were thinning out, but there was some structural damage he had to keep together. "Evey, the syringe is in my left pocket. Give it to Leeloo?"