Shula panicked a bit at first, shaking him before he was eventually lifted up by personnel. She was brought with, her injuries not as bad as Faelan's but still hurting nonetheless. She didn't realize how much the fight had really taken out of her as she began to stumble while following along. They were escorted to a medical room where Faelan was placed on a bed and taken care of. The doctors hardly gave her a glance and only when they were done with Faelan did they skim over her. She was cleaned up, albeit roughly and with less care, and the worst of her wounds were bandaged. The acid from the creature had left a sizable patch of eaten skin and the wound looked pretty nasty. She was sure it would scar terribly.<br/><br/>After the entire ordeal Shula and Faelan were put in a very similar looking room. She realized the room resembled where the two had been put shortly after they had bonded. Faelan was set on the bed and covered up while Shula crawled into the respective one. Her body ached and her mind was too tired to complain at this point, but one thing for sure didn't sit well with her; Why had Sam said 'Him'?" when referring to the demon they fought. The action seemed reflexive and she had to wonder if Sam even realized he was referring to the creature with such a disturbing context. "Him." She could feel herself drifting off now but the uneasiness in her stomach held homage to the fact that something wasn't right here.<br/><br/>When Shula finally woke up she had no idea how long he'd been asleep. She looked over to Faelan who had seemed to be stirred from his sleep as well.<br/><br/>"Hey, you doing alright?" She asked, thankful no one was checking on them yet. She didn't think she could handle people right now.