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Richard Bell

Richard had been briefly distracted by the ticking sound he'd heard coming from the nurses' stand and had glanced that way, but seeing someone fumble with something wasn't as demanding of his attention as fussing over the girl in front of him with the concussive damage. For all he knew, that weird ticking noise was just a text tone, or an alarm or something the nurse had set up. Maybe it was her break? Well, she did sit back down, so maybe not, but either way Richard stopped paying attention to her almost as soon as he'd started.

"The bump is a bruise and some localized sub-dermal swelling," he murmured absently, gently palpating her head to watch for how tender it was. "Brain fluid leakage would be into the cerebral sinuses around the brain and down into your actual skull sinuses and maybe elsewhere. You wouldn't see it as a bump unless your actual skull had a hole in it. Is your neck stiff?"

It occurred to him that Ignacio and Raina were more concerned with that weird nurse than he was, so Richard chanced another glance that way. She seemed to just be sitting there. Which, yes, that was odd, but was it a cause for alarm? Ignacio's instincts in this were probably better than his, all things considered, so... Richard guessed he'd just have to keep an eye out that direction.

That being said, just where the hell was someone to take them back to have Raina looked at? Richard stood up, looking over the heads of most of the people there save for the few that were his height or taller. He couldn't see any medical staff headed their way. Just how lax was this place about head injuries? Did they often leave possible TBI patients just sitting in the waiting room? Richard was sure Raina would be fine, but imagine if she had a more serious inju--

The lights going out derailed his train of thought pretty effectively. Cursing on reflex, he reached out to where he remembered Ignacio and Raina being. His right hand found what he assumed to be Raina's shoulder and his left fingertips grazed through Ignacio's hair. "I'm right here," he murmured unhelpfully, moving his hand from Raina's shoulder to get out his phone and its associated flashlight. It was when the bright LED was lighting the three of them up, however, that Richard realized his previously mediocre signal was now completely absent. The white words "No Service" sat in the upper left corner, and trying to use WiFi calling was a resounding failure. In fact, his phone could no longer even find the network on the list.

Looking up, it occurred to him that the light from his phone wasn't getting much farther than Ignacio and Raina. He still couldn't really see anyone else in the room, though he could overhear things to the effect that other people were also bringing out flashlights.

The skin on his arms and the back of his neck began to prickle. If Raina didn't have a head injury, he would have taken his chances stumbling around in oddly thick blackness and suggested they leave. As it was, he didn't want to risk anything that would result in grievous injury. Lorna would never forgive him, or Ignacio. Ignacio might never forgive him.

He'd never forgive him.

So he shifted uneasily and tried to meet Ignacio's eyes. Did he have an idea of what to do?

Sadie Avamir

Sadie still wasn't feeling good, not quite, but seeing someone out in the hospital who was just trying to show kindness to her, to a stranger, was enough to loosen the knot in her core. But they were barely introduced before Grant was being pulled away.

It didn't seem right. He wasn't the one screaming and bleeding out. He wasn't one of the sick ones at all. Still, she hoped that he could find his friend, and she waved as he started down the corridors and then curled back up into her quiet ball. Maybe things would move now. Maybe she could get her antibiotics and go back to her apartment and not jump at shadows for a little while.

Well, that was too idealistic. The lights all snapped off at once. Sadie looked around frantically, but there was nothing. She could not see anything.

Before the flashlights could even flick on, she was tensed up, her fingers curled to fists and shaking, her breath bone shallow. The nurse did nothing to reassure her. It was just a power outage, she told herself. These things happened, she told herself. She was not blind. Still, with her one good eye straining to pick out the light from people's phones, she felt it would be best to get outside, at least until the power was back and maybe until tomorrow.

She stood, and with her own phone flashlight went picking her slow way across the room, towards the exit, but her field of vision was not good, and if it weren't for the sudden stream of curses, she likely would have bowled right into the woman standing in the doorway. Instead, she stopped in her tracks and stared, blinking at the person, no, the two people. "Oh, I'm so sorry."

The language could be excused in this situation, maybe, but she still tilted her head. "Are you, um," okay? That wasn't right, almost nobody here was okay. "That was. No. Um, can I just get out, please?" She squinted, trying to make out which lump in the wall was the door handle. It seemed like hospitals should have a few more windows.

There had been no question - when they had brought Imara back into the next waiting area, Mathias was right on her heels. Unless they were about to wheel her away to some sort of surgery or imaging equipment he was going to stick by her side. Not, because he was being overprotective - because he knew damn well he was - but, at the end of the day, he wanted to be 100% aware of his wife's care.

That way he could glower at her if she tried to disobey doctor's orders - which she likely would.

And then the lights went out...

"..." Mathias stewed a moment at the sudden loss of light. The sudden silence. His mind recalled a similar... albeit more... intense situation he'd been in at a now defunct hospital not that long ago.

"I swear..." He hissed, leaning his head in close to Imara's ear so only she could hear him. "If this is another sting operation I'm going to have somebody's balls..."

The last words were a practical hiss of white hot rage, the tall man closing his eyes in the darkness, listening instead of relying on sight. Mainly because he didn't want to be blinded IF the lights came back up. One arm gently hooked around Imara's good one, both to let her know he was there - and to assure him of her presence as well.

Then he focused on keeping his breathing steady - and his rage suppressed to a dull roar.

Raleigh Jackson

This was exactly why Raleigh loved being a Senshi - it brought a sense of camaraderie and the fact that Briar had tagged along with her (enthusiastic or not) was aaamaaazzzinnnnnng~

Never mind their injuries or the fact that there was a dude who was literally bleeding out of a hole where his eye probably should be. Or that there was an entire waiting room full or injured or sick people. Raleigh's nose wrinkled, not at all disguising her look of disgust at the entire scene.

She was sure she was about to say something (she was always about to say something) when something moved in the edges of her vision. She blinked and glanced in the direction of the front counter where she was absolutely positively sure she saw something. Her eyes shifted back to Briar before looking back at the counter, shaking her head as if to clear it.

"Did you see that? Or am I totally crazy?"

Then she jumped when the bloody man yelled, her eyes searching for a doctor that was hopefully coming for him immediately.

And then the lights went out.

Pulling out her cellphone, she held it up in search of a signal that seemed to have disappear. With a sigh, she put her phone on her lap and shifted uneasily.

"Normally music might help, to keep everyone calm. But I think it's best we don't...in case we get instructions, or anything happens in the other room. If they are told anything." Or if anything happened to the people out there, like some sort of revolt or anything. "I wonder...they should be able to get out the doors. But what about the ones between here and the front room?" Was it some sort of magnetic or power controlled door? Which might just leave them stuck and unable to get out of here.

"Is there a backdoor? I mean so we can get out and maybe help the others if they are stuck?" If they were stuck...they shouldn't be though. They had the front and main door into this place. They should be able to just walk right out - right? So why did it sound like they hadn't? Why were they all still back here? It felt like they were separated and he didn't like being separated from the group....because together they could help each other and maybe figure this out.

Felicity Allen

All it took was a sneeze. One single sneeze and Felicity lost her grip and was pummeling to the ground, hitting it with a thud. Thankfully the ground was decently padded, but falling from as high as she was while she was entwined in her hoop had her landing in a very awkward and painful way. Her instructor absolutely insisted that she go to the hospital to make sure her very swollen wrist wasn't broken, so she sat in the waiting room...

Sat and sat and sat, while people moved around her. Yellow eyes followed people around the room, staff and regular ol' waiting people as well. Her leg bounced up and down as she watched and waited, her heart going a mile a minute.

Just being there around all of the sick and hurt people had her stomach in knots. All she wanted to do was make all of these people better, and yet here she was broken herself. She chewed her bottom lip nervously, and clamped down a little harder than she should have when the lights went out and the entire hospital went dark and silent.

She took notice of the boy that was sitting next to her. As he curled into his chair, whispering to himself, obviously nervous- it practically made Felicity's heart ache for him and anyone else that was as upset. Mustering up a soft smile (even if he couldn't see it, she'd always been told people could hear it when you smiled) and whispered to him, "I'm sure the lights will be back on soon, no worries."

Looking over from where he sat he held his phone aloft, just enough that the flashlight let him see who was speaking to him. "I hope so..." But he didn't think so, if only because of past experience with such things. "I really do." Because the last time the nurse had died, and it sounded horrible, and he could remember sounds and being scared and locked in a room. It was all rather traumatic and left him with nightmares for weeks, maybe longer. He couldn't remember how long the nightmares had lasted.

"I'm Xi-Wang...ummm you are?" Not that she had to give him her name, she didn't. And he added that after a moments silence. "Not that you have to tell me - if you don't want to. I mean you can also...if you want."