Dan had raced out of his room as quickly as he could when he found out where Mark was. He hadn't even bothered to lock his door, which was odd. It wasn't like him. He always made sure his research materials and things were safe, but this time he had something else on his mind. Mark.
The young journalist ran as fast as he could go, bolting his way Marks location. When he finally got there, he only stopped when he was by his side. He knelt down beside him and saw the wound. The blood... It was horrible. He pulled his communication device out and quickly sent a message to the clinic, asking for help. He was too scared to move him just in case it made things worse.
"Mark, I've contacted the clinic. Hopefully someone will come soon" he said. There had to be a way he could restrict the bleeding, but what if he made things worse? He wasn't a medic! "I'm going to need you to stay awake so I'm going to ask you some questions, okay? I need you to tell me what happened" he said softly, yet sternly.