That girl was truly strange. A hospital visit like this would be didn't wait for anyones leisure time. Klarissa watched Emily carefully, she really didn't look good, and from what she remembered from first aid lessons was the the longer one waited, the worse the condition got. She looked at the clock. It was getting late, but it was friday so she didn't have curfew or school in the morning. She looked at Johnson who was watching the girl too, he nodded at Klarissa. "I will get the car keys, Miss." He said and left.

Klarissa looked at the girl, "Come on, lets go." She said. Standing up and putting her mug of hot choco down on the tray, forgotten and finished. She took Emily's cup to and pulled her to her feet. Klarissa saw the pajama's on the girls tiny frame and considered having her change before they left, but decided that that was too much.

Klarissa seemed to be looking Emily over, for reasons that Emily couldn't currently fathom. Was she concerned for Emily's condition? Or was she just looking at how much of a mess she was? A moment later, she heard the man who was standing nearby say, "I will get the car keys, Miss.", and then he exited the room. A moment later, Klarissa looked to Emily and stood. "Come on, lets go.", Klarissa said to Emily, who was just getting up as well after setting the mug down.

Even while using the arm of the chair for support, Emily was set off balance from getting up too quickly for her condition to allow, and the sudden blood rush from getting up almost caused her to fall over. Regaining her balance, she started to follow Klarissa, who had stopped at the door to look at Emily again. Her body was thinner than most people her age should have been, and realistically, was even more fragile than it looked. Her skin was pale and seemed to have never touched the sun before, and her blue eyes seemed to stand out a bit. Traces of blood and dirt could still be seen across her forehead and in her blonde hair, which hadn't been brushed in awhile. When it came down to looks, a bystander who saw her would probably think that she'd never actually been outside before. And the pajama's were, in fact, a size big on her.

Emily tilted her head a bit, curious as to why Klarissa was staring. Soon, though, Klarissa seemed to shake off a decision she was about to make, and continued on. Emily followed Klarissa after she started walking again. As Emily walked, she saw dark colors swim before her eyes and a sudden dizziness set in. Squeezing her eyes closed for a second and opening them again, the colors had faded and the dizziness had at least been suppressed for the time being.

Kalin walked down the streets until she found a young woman who was waiting for the bus stop. She ran over and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me m'am, but I really need your help. There is an injured man in Mulberry Park over by the pond. He can't stand or walk. Can I please use your phone to call an ambulance?"

Woman: "Oh my goodness! Yes you may! Here!" The woman handed Kalin her phone and Kalin dialed 911. She wasn't sure how badly hurt the man was, so she figured she might as well be extra safe and call an ambulance. After giving the operator the address and telling her of the situation, Kalin handed the phone back to the woman. "Thank you so much!" The woman nodded and looked at Kalin with concern in her eyes. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? I would be happy to help in any way I can."

Kalin nodded. "That would be great. Thank you so much." She and the woman headed back to the park together. Kalin was relieved to find Vayne still there, with much of the blood gone and washed away. He didn't look quite as scary as he had before. Kalin went over to Vayne and said, "We have an ambulance coming to pick you up now. I know this must be disorienting after you hit your head so hard, but don't worry. We'll get your injuries taken care of in no time."

Klarissa led the way to her car in the garage. Johnson was already there and opened the passenger door for the girls. He was going to drive them to the hospital. Klarissa got into it and patted her seat for Emily to sit to. Then she buckled her seat. Johnson got the car rolling and they were soon on the road, streatlights passing by the window as they passed through the friday night air.

At the hospital Klarissa stood between the normal entrance and the ER entrance, wondering what considered an emergency. This must one of them, she decided and led the way through the doors. To the receptionist she explained what she knew. "I found this girl unconsious in an alley tonight." She said refering to Emily. "She took a really hard hit to a garbage bin and I think she had a concussion. She's been acting dazed and couldn't even remember what a Saturday was." The receptionist nodded. She handed Klarissa a clipboard to fill out for medical information and said that a nurse would be out soon to see how serious the injury was.

Emily hopped into the car with Klarissa, who was slinging some sort of black strip over herself and clicking it into some sort of slot. The man who was previously hovering over Klarissa had gotten into the front seat and done the same. Following example, Emily took the belt into her hands and buckled in as well. Emily was immediately amazed when she saw that the machine they were in was moving, and heading down some sort of large black pathway. It was night now, and the path in front of them was now illuminated by lights attached to tall poles and the soft glow of the nearby buildings. "Could these be the lights I saw?", Emily thought to herself as she rested her head on her seat's plush headrest.

When they entered the tower-like structure that Klarissa had previously called a "hospital", they faced two doors. Klarissa seemed to pause before two doors before making her way through one of the two doors. Emily followed Klarissa into a large white room, the change in brightness hurting Emily's eyes. She had to squint for a minute to get used to how bright the room was, while patiently waiting for Klarissa to finish doing whatever it was she was doing. She had talked to a person behind a desk, who handed Klarissa what appeared to be a piece of paper clipped to a thin hard surface with a black rod clipped to the side. Klarissa had taken the rod and scribbled onto the paper, forming symbols that Emily couldn't understand. Emily sat in a nearby chair and rested her head against the wall the chair was against. She tried to get the situation under her grasp again, but her pounding head and hard thinking led her only to more questions. Emily closed her eyes and took a small nap after a minute.

Vayne gazed down into the water, looking at his reflection. He cocked his head at himself, realizing it had been quite a while since he had seen himself without his helmet. He would have to get used to seeing himself like that, however, since his armor had been stripped away from him when he had fallen from the graces of god. Momentarily, he wondered if this was truly a good idea, but quickly corrected himself once more. It would be better to live and die as a human than to go on for eternity in heaven after killing his kin or dying at the hands of one he called 'brother' or 'sister'. He shuddered, looking up at the sky before glancing around. Earth looked like a pleasant place really...

Suddenly, the girl approached him again along with another woman. An ambulance? Vayne looked at them, cocking his head. An ambulence? Wasn't that a kind of sound or atmosphere? How could sound be coming for him? What a curious world this was! After a moment, he spoke up.

"What is an Ambulance? Is it not a kind of sound?" he asked, brow furrowed in confusion. Without the blood on his face, Vayne simply looked like a very lost and confused - but handsome - man. The white clothes he wore stuck to his form, wet because of the water he had been using to wash his face. He was extremely slender, with sharp features and long limbs and digits. He had that kind of 'perfect model' type of body. After all, the lord had designed him that way - To be a beautiful humanoid, divine messenger. "What a curious world. Your talking rocks and healing sounds..."

The woman smiled pleasantly and said, "Hello. Are you alright? It seems you hit your head pretty hard. We'll get you to a hospital and you'll be better in no time." Sheila turned to Kalin, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. She lowered her voice as she said to Kalin, "How hard did he hit his head? Are you sure he didn't escape from an.. from an asylum or something?" Kalin just shrugged and shook her head slightly. She turned towards Vayne and sat down in the grass, leaving a wide amount of space in between him and her. Might as well at least try to get this guy's memory back. Maybe he's just forgotten everything...

Her voice was calm but hesitant as she spoke, trying to find the right words. "Look, um, an ambulance is a vehicle, kind of like a car that picks up sick or injured people and takes them to a place called a hospital. At a hospital, people's wounds are treated and healed. They stay there until they get better and can function normally before going home. Uh... yeah. That's what an ambulance is. Erm..." Kalin fidgeted, lacing her fingers together and lightly thumping her tennis shoes on the grass. Sheila was standing by the street, waiting for the sounds of an ambulance.

Vayne continued to look rather puzzled before looking down at his lap, pondering. Wow, things seemed to have changed quite a bit since he last visited. Looking back up at the woman, he offered her a charming smile. "Yes. I'm quite alright. I did not expect the fall from heaven to be so... hard." However, when she suggested that he may be from an asylum, he shook his head. "No, i do not come from such a place. I have fallen from the plains of the lord." he answered with a pleasant, but tired, expression. He was rather sore, and there was a strange hollow feeling in his stomach.

As they began to explain an Ambulance to him, as well as a hospital, he listened closely, as if captivated. Slowly, his head cocked to the side and he would nod, showing his understanding. "I see..." Thankfully, the angel seemed to know what a car was. Sure he was behind on the times by a thousand or two years, but he did check in occasionally to see things, so he did know a thing or two - sort of. Suddenly, there was a tight feeling in his stomach and he groaned, placing his hands against his stomach. Was was that curious feeling. Looking up at Kalin after it passed, he frowned. "Might you know this sensation? It's a tight feeling in the stomach? It's rather terrible. Do all humans feel this?" The sensation returned with another angry growl from his stomach. "Such a terrible thing, i apologize so!"

Kalin couldn't help smiling just a tiny bit at Vayne. He was almost like a child, always curious and always learning. She reached into her pocket and pulled out one of the CLIF snack bars she always made sure to carry with her whenever she went running. "Here. It's blueberry flavored. The pain you're feeling in your stomach means that you need food. You're hungry, and if you eat food it will make the ache go away." Kalin handed the bar to Vayne just as the sound of an ambulance echoed in the distance. Sheila came over and said, "If you weren't able to tell, the ambulance will be here any second." Sheila looked Vayne up and down before asking, "Do you think you can walk? Or do we need to ask the ambulance workers to bring a stretcher?"

Vayne looked at her curiously. "What a sensation?" he said, almost as if he was somewhat panicked at the idea. However, when she offered him a morsel of food, he looked at it curiously. "Blueberry flavored?" he said quietly before looking up at her again. "Ah... This is hunger? But, i have only eaten once before." he said, looking up at her. After a moment though, he looked downwards before his eyes flicked back up again and he took the snack from her. Slowly, he opened it and gave it a curious look. Well, bon appetite. Slowly, he slipped a corner into his mouth and bit off just a tiny corner. Suddenly, his expression was shocked and perplexed. After finishing the bite he had taken. "Does all food taste like this?"

As the woman came back over, he looked over to her while simultaneously shoving more of the CLIF bar into his mouth, apparently enjoying it's foreign taste. As she seemed to examine him with a quick glance, he cocked his head. Unsure, Vayne swallowed his mouthful before slowly beginning to stand again. However, before he managed to stand, there was a pain that shot up his left leg and he dropped back down to sit on the ground, cringing and grasping his left ankle. "I believe i can... But i would need time." he said. Suddenly, he looked up at the woman. "Stretcher? N-No, i do not believe i need to be stretched. I am quite satisfied with my current proportions." he said, looking up at her with a child-like innocence and sincerity.

Sheila's frown only deepened at Vayne's response to her question about the stretcher. She signaled for the men to come with a stretcher before pulling Kalin aside. "Now, I know that we don't know this man very well but- he might have some serious brain damage. We don't know his mental state either, and he seems to be quite confused. I just wanted to warn you to keep your distance."

Kalin only nodded in response. What Sheila was saying could certainly be true, but for some reason Kalin was not afraid. There was a calming innocence about this man; He seemed more like a comic book character who had been brought to life than a man from a mental institution. As the men approached Vayne with the stretcher, Kalin walked back over to him. She scratched her head a little and then crossed her arms. She was feeling restless but tried to keep still as she spoke. "I'm glad you enjoyed the snack bar. Uhm.. different types of food have different tastes. Some tastes you will like and others you wont, but uh, these men are going to help you get into the ambulance. What they're carrying is called a stretcher. It doesn't actually stretch people, but it helps people get to where they need to go if they can't get there on their own." Kalin pointed at Vayne's leg and continued, "Seeing as you can't stand up for very long, I think the using the stretcher would be best."

The men set the stretcher on the ground and one came over to Vayne. "Hello sir. From what we've been told, it seems that it would a good idea to let us carry you to the ambulance. We will bring you no harm." The man spoke to Vayne as if he were speaking to a five-year-old. It was obvious he thought something was wrong with his head.

Seeing the way the ambulance worker spoke to Vayne irritated Kalin just slightly. She began rocking back and forth on her heels, uneasy. The whole situation was a bit disorienting, and if she didn't return home soon her grandmother would be worried. How would I explain this to Nini? She would totally freak... Or maybe not. Helping people is always a good thing to do but- if it were someone who might be mentally unstable then- Ugh, I don't know... Kalin wrestled back in forth with herself before finally deciding to at least go with Vayne to the hospital to make sure he would be okay. She could explain everything later, but she would leave most of the details out.

Vayne looked at Sheila as she explained to the ambulance workers that he may have serious brain damage and his mental stability was questionable and frowned a bit. "I promise you that i am very sound of mind!" he said, almost as if he were begging her rather than correcting her. "Your world is simply very, very confusing to me. I have not touched upon the ground of your world in over two thousand years!" Vayne finally fell silent, looking up at the skies. What if someone there was laughing at him from above, one of his brothers or sisters? What if the conflict resolved and he was here on earth for eternity?

When Kalin spoke, he was pulled form his thoughts and offered her a tiny smile. "Yes, i was wonderful. I greatly enjoyed that morsel!" he said. "But it's very strange... I don't think i have truly eaten before." As she began to explain the stretcher, he listened with his sapphire eyes wide with curiosity. He seemed like a man hungry for knowledge, despite acting very childlike at the moment. It was like being born all over again. "I see." he replied, indicating that he understood. However, as the other man approached him, he smiled.

"Hello, Mr. Reeves." he said, speaking the man's name as if he had known him for a while. "Thank you for postponing going home to your family to drive that... 'ambulance' here and help me. I very much appreciate it, and it's very kind of you." he said, blinking as if he had said something normal, like his name rather than the man's name and story. As the men began to help him up, he winced as he put weight on his leg ankle and his vision swirled the lightest bit. As they helped him onto the stretcher, he insisted on sitting until he finally gave in and did what they told him.

Wow, is that what the clouds looked like to the humans? How lovely. They're fluffy shapes were calming, and changed little as they floated on a breeze across the sky. How delightful, Oh- Now they were gone. As they loaded him into the ambulance and began to cushion his head and check him, he began to grow very uneasy and almost a bit panicked, eyes growing wide as they touched him and muttered to one another.

Kalin relaxed a little after seeing Vayne was cooperating with the ambulance workers. She turned to Sheila. "Thank you so much for your help. I really appreciate it, and I'm sure Vayne does as well. I can take things from here. I'm just going to make sure he makes it to the hospital and gets settled before heading home." Sheila smiled and gave Kalin an awkward hug. It was only awkward because Kalin didn't do anything... she wasn't used to being hugged by other people. "You're welcome. I hope he will be okay. It was nice meeting you. If you need any help, here." Sheila reached into her purse and pulled out a writing pad and pen. She wrote down her phone number and handed it to Kalin. "I don't mind if you give me a call." Kalin thanked Sheila once again and watched as Sheila walked away. What a nice person... I barely know her and she gave me her phone number.

One of the ambulance workers, Mr. Reeves, called over to Kalin. "We're getting ready to leave! Are you coming?" Kalin turned around and ran to Mr. Reeves. "I'm coming.." Mr. Reeves helped Kalin up into the ambulance. One of the first things she noticed was how anxious and unsure Vayne was. Kalin put her hand on Vayne's shoulder for a second before taking it away and saying, "It will be okay. I promise." Her voice was steady and calm as a still river. She didn't smile, but there was warmth in her voice. Kalin herself didn't understand how she could seem to care so much for a man she just met who might (who knows?) be crazy.

Vayne shivered a bit at the cold air in the Ambulance touched his dampened skin. The sensation was unfamiliar to him, since the air of the heavens was always warm, welcoming to those who ascended into it's graces. When Kalin got into the ambulance with him, he began to calm a bit, but still looked distinctly uncomfortable. However, he was assured by Kalinn's presence, which made it a bit less noticable. As one of the medics began to part his hair to reveal a painful looking cut on his scalp. He winced as they pressed a small cloth against it, feeling the burn of the alcohol in it.

Suddenly, Vayne was bombarded with a barrage of questions, as if to test how connected he was to reality still. The usual. Where was he from? How old was he? What was his name? Where were they right now? Of course, he answered honestly; Heaven, 3527 years old, Vayne Phantas, and Earth. After a moment, they began to murmur about him being delusional, Vayne becoming very quiet, almost as if he were hurt - almost. If anything, he felt much more different , very... inhuman. Was he really that much of an oddity here? He didn't like lying, but perhaps he may have to.

Kalin noticed that Vayne was answering the questions as honestly as possible. She cocked her head to the side a little and studied him. Maybe he is delusional... Maybe I'm getting myself way in over my head. I am going to get in so much trouble for this. Kalin looked at her watch. School had already started. Her grandmother was probably worried sick, and her father was going to absolutely blow up at her as soon as he got home tonight. Kalin sighed deeply and her expression faltered just a little. Now she looked merely like a sad, tired, and lonely child. I really am taking a nutjob to a hospital. A guy I've never even met but for some reason feel like I have some connection to. I don't know what to do.

Kalin noticed that Vayne was answering the questions as honestly as possible. She cocked her head to the side a little and studied him. Maybe he is delusional... Maybe I'm getting myself way in over my head. I am going to get in so much trouble for this. Kalin looked at her watch. School had already started. Her grandmother was probably worried sick, and her father was going to absolutely blow up at her as soon as he got home tonight. Kalin sighed deeply and her expression faltered just a little. Now she looked merely like a sad, tired, and lonely child. I really am taking a nutjob to a hospital. A guy I've never even met but for some reason feel like I have some connection to. I don't know what to do.

Kalin noticed that Vayne was answering the questions as honestly as possible. She cocked her head to the side a little and studied him. Maybe he is delusional... Maybe I'm getting myself way in over my head. I am going to get in so much trouble for this. Kalin looked at her watch. School had already started. Her grandmother was probably worried sick, and her father was going to absolutely blow up at her as soon as he got home tonight. Kalin sighed deeply and her expression faltered just a little. Now she looked merely like a sad, tired, and lonely child. I really am taking a nutjob to a hospital. A guy I've never even met but for some reason feel like I have some connection to. I don't know what to do.

Kalin noticed that Vayne was answering the questions as honestly as possible. She cocked her head to the side a little and studied him. Maybe he is delusional... Maybe I'm getting myself way in over my head. I am going to get in so much trouble for this. Kalin looked at her watch. School had already started. Her grandmother was probably worried sick, and her father was going to absolutely blow up at her as soon as he got home tonight. Kalin sighed deeply and her expression faltered just a little. Now she looked merely like a sad, tired, and lonely child. I really am taking a nutjob to a hospital. A guy I've never even met but for some reason feel like I have some connection to. I don't know what to do.

Vayne turned his head to the side, looking away from both the medics and Kalin. While the humans were kind and pleasant enough to help him, why did they think him crazy? Did they no longer place their trust in the heavens and watched over them? He didn't say anything as they continued to ask him questions. What are the names of your parents? Do you have any relatives we can contact? How many brothers and sister do you have? Vayne looked at them with a kind of saddened expression.

"God is my father, and i have no mother. You cannot reach my family except through prayer. I have hundreds of brothers and sister, but most of them perished in the war." Vayne appeared delusional then, yes, but also seemed more like a shellshocked vet of some kind of combat. Each time he opened his mouth, something crazy just spewed out - At least, that's what it seemed to the medics. Looking up, Mr. Reeves spoke to Kalin.

"Do you know anything about this man? Any information would be helpful." he said, glancing towards the front of the ambulance to see the Hospital very quickly approaching, they were be there in mere minutes, at most five.

Klarissa filled out the paper as much as she could. She had Johnson fill out the insurance information she wrote down the major symptoms and what she knew of the patient. "What is your full name Emily?" She asked. "And your age and weight. Do you remember anything about your medical history at all?"

As she was writing a nurse came out. Klarissa gave the woman what she could about their circumstances and the nurse called Emily away to an examination room. Klarissa and Johnson were asked to stay in the waiting room.

(Here comes a long post.)
Emily woke up a few moments later, seeing that there was a person standing above her. "What is your full name Emily?", the person asked. Emily's name has always been Emily, as far as she knew. Was there more to her name that she didn't know about? "As far as I know, Emily is my full name...", she replied. And when the person asked about things she called "weight", "age", and "medical history", Emily could only give a blank stare as a response. The nurse could look Emily in the eyes and see that her left eye was much more dilated than the right, which seemed to be focused to see something far away. This meant that Emily definitely had a concussion of some sort.

(I guess I'm taking the nurse's roll)
Emily was taken by another person to a different room, and Klarissa didn't follow. In this room there seemed to be a bed of some sort on one side of the room, and on the other there were many shelves and tools. There was also a chair in the corner of the room with a thick-looking helmet attached to an arm above the chair. Emily wondered what this was for. "Please lay back on the bed, Emily.", the nurse said, getting a small flashlight and another one of those paper-holding objects. Emily lied back on the bed, and the nurse shined the light into Emily's eyes. She could feel her eyes burn from the light, and she flinched away from it. The nurse began making symbols on her paper after trying to get Emily to look at the light a few more times. She then put some sort of glass stick into Emily's mouth, and looking at the stick, the nurse's eyes widened. She wrote down more symbols. "I'd like to get an x-ray of your skull to see if there's any damage... Please sit in that chair over there." The nurse said, motioning to the chair with the thick helmet. Emily got up slowly, knowing now that getting up too fast wouldn't do much good. She sat in the chair, and the nurse brought the helmet so it just hovered over Emily's head, but blocked her field of vision. "Be sure to close your eyes." The nurse said. Emily closed her eyes and waited.

About 15 minutes had passed. The nurse was shocked by what she saw on the results. Emily's entire skull had been ruptured and cracked, and there was a wide split on the right side at the back of her head. However, this was the least of the nurses concern. A deep layer scan for determining the size and shape of a patients brain showed the nurse what looked like a bone going up the back of Emily's brain and through the center to the front, with rib-like branches throughout. And at the tip of the bone what could only be described as an egg-sized orb that distorted the imaging around it. The nurse would need to do a full EEG scan on Emily to get better results.

The nurse returned after a few minutes, and told Emily to follow her. Emily nodded and stood up. She felt... Awkward, like she was floating in a great body of water. She wondered what the machine the nurse put Emily in has done to her. The nurse stopped at a steel plate on a wall and pushed a few buttons. She said into the plate, "Could you bring John and Klarissa Masters to the EEG room on the first floor please?", then motioned Emily to follow. They entered another room awhile later, this one with a larger machine and a bed. She was asked to lay on the bed, and Emily did just that. The bed rolled its way into the machine, and she heard a distinct humming noise.

The EEG results were even more astonishing than the last. A normal human could only use about 10% of their brain, yet Emily's brain was operating at a good 75% of a normal human brain, and the egg shaped object near the front of Emily's brain was giving off chart results topping at around 20,000% capacity. Whoever and whatever this girl was, she couldn't possibly be human. The nurse heard the door open, which she expected to be Klarissa and John. The nurse printed out the results of the machine and got the other results ready for Klarissa and John.

Kalin shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "No. I was on one of my usual runs in the park this morning when I noticed him sprawled out over by the pond. I made sure he was not in any immediate danger before going to find some help." Mr. Reeves just nodded. As the ambulance pulled up to the hospital, the men got ready to take Vayne into the hospital. Kalin looked at Vayne with a little pity in her eyes. It must be scary, being alone and not knowing what in the world is going on or what will happen to you. Maybe I should stay. I'm already in enough trouble as it is... "Do you want me to come with you?" Kalin asked Vayne. "I don't mind. I don't really have anywhere else better to be." Her voice dropped a little. "Especially not home..."

Vayne shuddered, looking somewhat uncomfortable. As they began to prepare to roll him in, he began to panic again. He had never been in this situation before, and it frightened him. He didn't have a clue what was happening or what they would doing to him. Vayne began to shudder a bit, but he didn't want to make their lives too difficult. Suddenly, Kalin spoke, and he looked at her long and hard. She was kind, very kind, and there was something about her aura that intrigued him and attracted him.

"Please." he asked her, tone almost pleading. He had never truly begged anyone in his life, but in this unfamiliar surrounding, he was desperate for something to stay constant - Even just someone's presence. "Will you please, i implore you." he said, wincing as they turned his head against to press another alcohol drenched cloth on his head wound. Suddenly, the ambulance doors open, and he was on his way out towards the large hospital, distressing him.

Kalin ran next him as the doctors pushed him away. "It's okay, Vayne! I'm here! I won't leave you alone until I know you're okay and until you feel better, alright?" Something forced these heartfelt words out of her mouth. Kalin was surprised at herself for being so sincere. She had never quite felt so protective of one person before. She felt confused but happy at having met Vayne. It felt as if from the moment she saw him that this was meant to happen. That would probably explain why she hadn't been alarmed like most other people would have been.

The ambulance workers pushed Vayne into the ER and the doctors started working on him. Kalin was forced to wait outside of the room until they were finished. She sat there, hands in her lap, contemplating the events of that morning. For whatever reason she was anxious for the doctors to hurry up and finish. She was worried about Vayne. Kalin always worried about people, animals, plants or anything else you could possibly care for. Thinking about how desperate and scared he was made Kalin get up and start pacing in the hallway.

As Kalin rushed after him, to remain with him in a time of need of a stranger - Something flashed which only Vayne could see. Suddenly, his eyes snapped wide open and he eyed her with almost admiration. It was the kind of look a child might give to his father, whom he aspired to be just like, a follow that would be followed by perhaps a promise to grow up to be just like them. Vayne would relax a bit as they rushed him down unfamiliar halls. At least someone familiar would be with him. Then, a name appeared to him as he glanced upon her once more before disappearing into the ER. 'Kalin'.

Vayne relaxed the let the doctors prod at him, his head wound, his ankle, and the many bruises he had. At this point, he was just waiting for time to pass enough for him to just as some time where there wasn't some element of panic floating about the air. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to doze off, despite the medics telling him not to. The darkness was warm and welcoming, and he simply less into the exhausted depths of sleep, and relative unconsciousness.