Noel headed into the toilets, he'd open the door to the male toilets. Nobody there, except for one closed stall. The door automatically closed behind him, and when the band ended a song and started the next, loud banging could be heard from the closed stall. The sound of a creditcard banging against the toilet rim.
Someone was getting high.
Noel didn't mind, he'd unbuckle to unleash his dragon flame upon an urinoir. He'd miss half the time, making a big mess. Right when he begun to wash his hands, the band stopped for a second. He could hear moaning sounds from the closed stall. The bad kind.
Normally it wasn't typical for him to play hero, but alas the male was interested in what was going on--and what was being used. He'd push open the door and a younger male was revealed. His back was pressed against the back of the stall--blood gushing out of his nose.
"The fuck?"
Noel noticed a rolled up jewel-bill, a credit card and a few more lines of white power on the side side of the toilet rim. It was a pretty gnarly scene,
"You ODing homie?"
The male didn't respond to Noel. Noel took a step closer and bowed down, taking a small sample of the product. It was definitely cocaine, very pure too. The small sample he took was enough to activate his brain. The guy was obviously overdosing at this point.
As Noel inspected his pupils, the door to the toilet loudly opened. Three male patrons all of the sudden entered the toilets and were curious what was going on. They noticed what was going on inside the stall.
"He did this!"
Noel didn't turn around, not having noticed them. He'd need adrenaline to wake him up, his pulse was still quite strong. He had roughly thirty minutes to inject adrenaline into his body. While Noel was overthinking the situation, the three patrons that were also there had decided that Noel was behind this. One of them began shoving Noel.
"Stop! What do you think you're doing with a royal!?"
Noel and his coked up brain decided to grab the overdosing patron and get him out of the toilets. Pushing the patrons out of the way and making his way out of the toilet--they'd pin everything on him anyway.
Noel pushed himself through the crowd in the inn, with the overdosing patron over his shoulder. He'd leave the bar, with some patrons suspicious, bystander effect stopped them from stopping Noel.
"He's kidnapping Lord Mumbasa, stop him!"
Some began chasing Noel. He'd hear shouting behind him as he began taking off full speed. The voices began fading away, as Noel made some distance.
And that's how Noel was seen carrying a royal on his shoulder, running through parts of Crocus. He'd first have run to the most nearby clinic after evading the patrons, but alas the clinic was closed.
Maybe it was time to ask for some external help? There was no way Noel could solve this alone. He'd guess that the royal maybe had fifteen minutes left before he'd totally collapse. Noel gently put him on the ground in front of the clinic. Heart compression would do for now, keep his heart going steady. While keeping his rhythm steady, Noel looked around to see if anyone was willing to help.
"Someone, I need assistance reviving this man!"
All he needed was a shot of adrenaline and a magic marker, he knew how to handle the rest. Noel put Lord Mumbasa in recovery position, so he wouldn't choke on his own puke.