Awake

Leo grins and shakes his head. "I was supposed to have today off anyway. Even if I did go in to work though, I wouldn't be much good. I think my head is gonna roll right off my shoulders."

Standing, he takes his glass to the sink where Cassy has the other dishes. "If... you wanna come back later, that's fine with me. I'm not going anywhere. I can leave the door unlocked if you think you'll be back."


Seeing Hope and hearing her plea for help, the orderly is quick to assist, coming and kneeling down next to Scott. After asking Hope what had happened, he calls for more assistance.

Eventually, and with more hands to help, Scott is examined by a doctor, his wound cleaned and a few stitches put in place. It's the doctors conclusion that Scott passed out under some kind of panic attack, resulting in his collapse. After being informed of Scott's previous episode, the doctor's only concern is Scott actually waking up again. But only time would tell them how severe this had been.

They were in a different building now - the south wing of the medical facility. It was a pleasant atmosphere, though still had a hospital feel to it. Scott was put in his own small room with a window, left be for now until he should awake. The doctor had already hooked up an IV, taking advantage of the situation in order to get some nourishment into Scott that he'd lacked since not eating enough. A couple hours later and all is quiet. The only reassurance is that Scott seems to be resting peacefully...

...Something seems wrong. It didn't feel right. Sort of like a dream, but not really. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing reality but it was just an image, not the real thing. Like one could reach out and touch it, but their fingers would be met with glass instead of the actual reality. But if it was a reflection, then maybe one could just turn around and -

Scott's eyes open and he finds himself staring up at a strange ceiling. His blind eye aches and he squints it shut while still trying to get his bearings with what sight he did have. His head felt like it had been hit with a sledgehammer and his stomach didn't feel so great either.

Licking his dry lips, he tries to figure out where he is and what had happened. He'd been with Hope, hadn't he? Turning his head, his theory is confirmed. "Hope?" His voice is weak. "What happened? Where am I?"