By the time they'd arrived at the hotel, there was no slowing Seamus down. Greg had to run, too, because he refused to let Seamus go into that room alone. He'd promised Seamus he wouldn't let him hurt Luka, and he was determined to keep that promise to him, no matter what it took. But when they walked into the room, there was an overwhelming scent of blood, one that obviously affected Seamus very deeply. Greg could sense that Luka was still alive, but beyond that, there was very little else that he could say. He was weak from an apparent overdose and there was so much fucking blood everywhere. Greg felt terrible for the kid -- he was so young, and to have that much pain that he just didn't want to live anymore was one of the hardest things anyone could ever go through. It brought back to the forefront even more the memory of what he'd done when he thought he'd lost Xavier. It was honestly the worst pain he'd ever felt, and the only time he ever raided his own stash of drugs. It was a strange twist of fate when the overdose had actually saved his life, causing him to pass out with the gun in his hand that he'd had every intention of killing himself with. But Luka had gotten farther in the process, what with the blood everywhere making it clear that he'd very much intended to end this right here.

Discreetly, as Seamus clung to Luka, begging him not to die, Greg took out his cell phone to call an ambulance. Their time here was limited before Luka was lost forever, and Seamus would be crushed without him. There was just no way whatsoever that he would make it much longer. After giving the ambulance driver all of the necessary information, he made his way over very quickly to Seamus to try and and talk to him so he wouldn't lose control. "Seam, I need you to listen to me very carefully. I want you to heal Luka's wounds, but not completely. It can't look like all this blood came from nowhere. We just have to keep him from bleeding out before the paramedics arrive." Seamus was so focused on Luka that Greg spoke again, loudly and with authority. "Seamus, I need you to look at me, this is no situation to make things worse in, so you must listen to me. Do you understand me?" He clasped a hand gently on Seamus's shoulder. "Only enough to keep him from bleeding out, Seam. No more."