Stuck

The brit still sat on the floor, he held the norsk to him. Not wanting him to be against the dirty floor.
He knew the norsk was sick anf he didn't know how bad.
He couldn't tell how high his fever was, hopefully he wouldn't have to carry him.
He hoped again that the norsk wouldn't be delusional when he woke up.
He gently laid the norsk on the ground before gently hold him up.
He had a hard time but eventually had him on his back.
He gave the norsk a piggyback ride and carried him down the hall.
The brit found him slightly heavy.
Heaving the norsk on his back and continuing down the hall, he wasn't losing anyone else.

The norsk eventually began to wake up, blabbering nonsense in mumbles in his own language.
"What are you saying?" The brit asked, confused on what the other was talking about.
"Det er så kaldt." The norsk had mumbled out.
The brit was confused on what the norsk was saying.
"Tord, speak english please. I can't understand you." The brit said, not wanting to yell at the norsk when he was like this.
He needed him alive, he didn't want to end up back to explain what happen to his friend and parents.
The look of horror on their faces on hearing he had died.
"Legg meg ned, jeg kan gå på egenhånd." The norsk mumbled, the brit had sighed.
He continued to walk.

The norsk had continued to blabber on about nonsense in his own language.
The brit not understanding him at all.
"Thomas! legg meg ned!" The norsk had shouted, the brit was worried the howler would of heard it.
"Tord, quiet down. The howler could of heard you." The brit said, he didn't know if he could run with the norski on his back.
It worried him when that time comes.
"Jeg bryr meg ikke, faen deg!" The norsk shouted.
"Tord! Please." The brit pleaded, the norsk had let out a huff.
He was quiet now, listening to the brit this time.
They continued down halls, the norsk had so happened to fall asleep on the brit's back.
The brit had groaned in annoyance.
He was so tempted to just drop the norsk onto the floor but kept going.
The brit worried on how the norsk would act when he woke back up.
For now he let him rest until his worries had hit him, the loud hoarse scream in the distant.
The howler was back again, he could never seem to get away and it wasn't gonna give up until it caught up to them.
The brit began to dash down the hall, not meaning to wake the norsk in the process.
He kept running, trying not to fall with the extra weight.
The hoarse scream was heard in the distant, it was in pursuit.
The brit's heavy breaths as he rushed down the hall.
The echoing of his heavy steps and small groans from the norsk.
"Shit!" The brit called out, he had tripped on his own two feet.
Crashing onto rhe moist carpet as the norsk laid next to him.
The brit began to scramble to get up and help the norsk up, they needed to move.
"Come on, we gotta move!" The brit said, hearing it again.
It sent shivers down his spine.

The two rushed down corners, the brit basically dragging the norsk.
The norsk was like dead weight and hard to pick up quick speed.
It was so much easier when he didn't have a fever.
"Come on! We gotta run." The brit said, his voice filled with panic.
He only got mumbles from the norsk, it was hard to understand him.
"Tord, I already let one person die and you are not next." The brit said, he tugged the norsk along.
Going down a hall and turning a corner, this place was like a maze to people.
Apparently it was no maze to the howler, it was catching up.
This made the brit panic more, he swore that this was the end.
He kept moving, his mind telling him to just leave the norsk.
But he couldn't, the guilt of telling the people who knew him of his death.
That is if he also made it out alive as well.
The brit had let out a sudden cough, he worried more on other things then a small cough.
His arm wrapped around the norsk to holst him up, helping him quickly down halls.
The brit huffed, the norsk lightly coughed.
The hoarse scream from behind, the howler was catching up.
"Shit,shit,shit." The brit cursed, rushing to find a space to hide.
There was nothing anywhere, he really needed a place to hide.
He kept going father down a few halls, he didn't know where to hide.
His heart racing.
He raced down a few halls before perking as a section, the ceiling lower in this hall then the rest.
He rushed over and ducked into it, getting a bit ways back and more into the corner.
He held the norsk close and watched as the howler came.
It horase scream echoed the halls, the brit kept huddled in the corner.
The howler tried to reach for them, it's three fingers clawing at the floor and walls.
He watched as it slowly drawed back it's thin fingers, it seemed to have given up.
But that wasn't the case, a loud laugh came from the distance of another person.
It took off down the hall, the brit hoped that the person will be okay.
He let out a sigh of relief and stayed huddled.
He didn't want to move, not unless the norsk was alright.
He let out another cough, but just focused more on the norsk.
He needed to bring down his tempature and makd sure he feels better.
He had let out a sigh and rested the norsk close by.
He made sure he drank a bit of almond water, this was where they needed to take a break.
A bit of rest couldn't hurt.
The brit let out a small yawn and slowly began to doze off.
The world around him going black.

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Translation:

"I'm so cold."

"Put me down, I can walk on my own."

"Thomas! Put me down!"

"I don't care, fuck you!"