Claire took the mirror and looked at herself. Her hair was white and she had scars over her face. Her mouth gaped open at the sight of her differences from before, she couldn't remember what happened before she got to this makeshift hospital but she could remember what she looked like, and she did not look like this! She wanted to yell but something told her not to. When she heard the whimpering turn to sobs she forced herself up from the bed. She realized that her whole torso was wrapped in gauze, but that was the least of her problems. She held onto her IV cart, and wheeled it over to where the woman was sobbing. She didn't care if she got into trouble, she needed to know if this woman was okay.