âM-Move, move, move, y-ye-esâŠye-es.â Lazzaro nodded, tucking the baby doll gently into a papoose sling heâd made from a bed sheet.  This man had brought him his baby, his child back to him but could he trust him further?  Everybody was so dangerous here, he wasnât certain but-but anybody who brought him back his baby and hadnât struck him or pulled him or-âŠworse, was probably not so bad.  The new man reminded him of the good doctor, his favourite person whom he no longer saw. Â
âI-I wi-will sh-show y-you the sa-afe place-my-my safe placeâŠn-nob-b-body know-knows abou-out it.â he spoke so quietly as he shuffled out from under the gurney, eyes still red and cheeks stained with tears.  He sniffled a few times before reaching for Dutchâs hand with his own to pull him along. Â
Lazzaroâs bare footfalls were near silent as he pulled the man along the narrow corridors of the hospital, leading him to a utility closet in some barely used hallway. Â They had to scramble over some debris to reach it to begin with. Â Opening the door, Lazzaro climbed onto the sturdy shelves, finding just the right places to put his feet as not to disturb the items on the shelves just in case somebody came across them. Â A ceiling tile was slid out of the way and the one armed man pulled himself up. Â
Lazzaro had more or less made a nest in the spacious wellâŠspace between the floors.  He was able to sit up straight without any trouble.  Mounds of insulation had been moved off to the sides and covered in layers of scavenged sheets, the only light provided though was from a single flashlight. Â
âTh-This is-is my so-soft pla-aceâŠâÂ
After hauling himself into the space, and replacing the tile, Dutch sits with Lazzaro, his back hunched slightly to accommodate the space, which for Laz is a perfect fit, but the man is considerably taller than his counterpart. He looks around the spaceâitâs as safe as anything else, especially his own space behind the boiler. Free from suspicion, and hopefully, the influence of the Walrider.Â
Dutch offers him a smile in the dim light, âNice place ya go here ⊠uh, I just realized I never got your  name. Iâve heard other people call ya Laz, is that your name?âÂ
He can hear the twins banging around down in the floors below. Theyâre likely looking for him, but theyâre much too big to fit in the spaces theyâd crawl through, and thus, will not likely think to look.Â