@marmorabladeparty || cont. from here.
“Are you CRAZY?!” Sure, the mission definitely wasn’t going as planned -- nobody had anticipated the gigantic Yupper to have appeared and an enemy stronger than KEITH ALONE to come out of nowhere, but this guy had to be some sort of INSANE if he thought he was going to leave him all alone. He looked frantically side to side; sweat beaded along his chin and dropped off his jaw, his eyes narrowed as he eyed the vent he had pointed to. He could definitely fit, but there was no way he was going to abandon him here.
“No time -- fuck, you’re asleep again, aren’t you?” That was a bit of an issue. Dead-weight was difficult to maneuver through corridors when you’re being chased by some sort of DOG ALIEN HYBRID. But, nonetheless, Keith managed to lean down and bring the Galra’s arm over his shoulders, then one around his waist and began dragging him down the hallway.
As the sounds got closer, he ducked into a room, slamming the door shut. The small broom closet had barely enough room for him to set down the stranger, kneeling beside him, and shaking his shoulder. “Hey, wake-up. Are you hurt? Why were you just LAYING THERE?”