The stranger shifts weakly, looping his arms around Chanyeol's neck and shivering.

Chanyeol carefully waddles to his umbrella and crouches with his legs wide like a heavily pregnant woman, dumping the accumulated water and tucking it between his neck and the mans arm. "I'll just take you myself, okay? It's not far." He actually isn't sure where the hospital is, but he can ask whoever is braving the rain or step in a store. "What's your name? I'm Chanyeol."

"Baekhyun," the stranger mumbles.

"Sorry to meet under the circumstances." Chanyeol squints up at the sky, offering a silent curse to the thick clouds. "Do you know what happened?"

"Yeah." He's not very forthcoming, and it really isn't Chanyeol's business, so he doesn't press for answers.