Sunny lay flat on her back again, her eyes full of uncertainty and fear. "I couldn't feel it. I couldn't fucking feel it, Lili. What the hell happened to me? What'd that bitch do to me?" Her breathing quickened, and the machines began to beep more quickly. The beeping woke up Natya, who sat up and blinked tiredly between Carson, Malia, and Sunny. Carson stopped in his tracks as he processed what he'd just seen and heard. Sunny... paralyzed? He managed to set the food he'd brought down on an empty bed before he could drop it outright, and looked up at Sunny as Nat stood to take her hand.<br/><br/>"Sunny. I'm so sorry." His voice stayed steady, but he felt like the floor had just come out from under him. He stood there for a moment longer before he turned away and left the ward again, letting his feet carry him where they willed. Of all the terrible outcomes, of all the possible results of his foolishness and the chaos that they'd been swept into, this was among the worst. Before he knew it he was at the gates to Central, the heavy doors opening in front of him. He pushed through before they had even finished grinding all the way open and stepped out into the sunlight, as if there was some kind of answer waiting in the grass and trees.<br/><br/>Carson almost kept walking right then and there. The idea of just leaving it all behind, of setting aside his responsibilities and connections and wandering out into the world to let them resolve themselves, for a brief moment it seemed like the most appealing thing he could imagine. As soon as it occurred, though, he shut it down. Running, hiding, that wasn't in his nature. He ran a hand through his hair and looked skyward, heaving a deep sigh. "She won't be the last," he said aloud. "Until I can end this war there's just going to be more like her, or worse. So just end it, Carson. End it all before there's too many more."