Hearing Merrick scream like that physically hurts, cuts straight down to the core. Metaari doesn't know what he can do for him, not just yet, but he knows he has to get him out, even before the woman snaps the order at him. He shifts his hold, wrapping one arm around Merrick's legs, the other around his torso. He carries him bridal-style, wrapped in a tight ball, and turns to hurry out of the room, stopping only once to briefly glance back.

"We need to find Cyril," he finally mutters, looking down at Merrick wrapped firmly in his arms. He's using all of the strength he dares to in order to keep a hold of him as he hurries off down the hallway.