Johnny and Natalie had already left Medical Bay 1, in fact; he took off just as soon as he said he was going to, halting only long enough to pick up the girl and carry her away. In order to stay with Johnny, Lucy would have to hurry and catch up to him, assuming she left to follow the man just as soon as Markus had taken his leave.
The walk itself was calming, allowing the man, and, possibly, the girl to wind down after the earlier event. He did his best to avoid too much aggravation to her wounds; his steps were slow, paced, and measured. The majority of the walk would be in silence, as well, at least until the girl finally asked the cowboy what his name was:
“Johnny,” he replied to the girl, smiling down at her, although the smile itself was forced, he had no genuine happiness about the situation, but he figured being grim and stern wasn’t going to help anything.
“What about you, girlie,” he asked immediately afterwards, slightly shaking his head, readjusting his brimmed hat, which had slightly become lowered on his brow. The futility of the task wasn’t entirely lost on the man, of course, but he couldn’t very well prop the girl up against the wall, could he? Regardless, it would only be a matter of time before he reached his destination …
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The cowboy shuffled into Medical-Bay 2 with the young girl in tow, watching his footing, taking note of his surroundings, he wasn’t about to let anything else sneak up on him, or the child. He had enough surprises for the day, thank-you-very-much. And yet … There seemed to be another person in the room, this time a woman, who looked particularly perplexed about something, but Johnny did not ask what out of fear of striking a conversation he had no interest in holding.
“Uh,” he sounded, looking towards Natalie, almost as if giving off a plea for help, but eventually re-focused his attention on the woman. “H-howdy?”
Announcing his presence, the cowboy made his way to the nearest examining table and sat the girl on it, figuring it would be more comfortable than staying held above the ground, in his arms.
The man, however; would not await an answer from the other person in the room, instead, after setting Natalie down, he’d begin his search through the various cabinets, checking names on bottles, finding bandages, clean towels, alcohol, and generally making a mess of things. Really, though--he was looking for something specific, something for both his pain, and the girl’s. Simply finding the materials needed to clean a person's wounds, though, that was a plus.
If anybody had said anything to the man as he was going through the chore of finding what he wanted, it went ignored, unless they specifically called out to him for his attention, and in fact; that may not have even been enough to draw him away--the only voice he was specifically looking out for was the girl’s, Natalie’s.