Ian stood outside the medical center, leaning against a wall while his arms were crossed. He just stared infront of him, not thinking about something particular. The only question he asked himself over and over again was why he was here and why Concordia would have followed him. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe away the fatique of his eyes.
He didn't know if he should really wait for the doc to come with a cure while he could save lives in Liberty, he thought. He shook his head and hits the wall with his fist, cursing, not knowing at all what to do. He checked his PDA if there was anything or anyone, that could help him but then shrugged and looked into the direction of his ship, thinking, nobody would be able to do something for him anyway.
