What the girl had said definitely hit the nail right on the head; this place was definitely freaky as fuck and hopefully this damned elevator would hurry the hell up so they could get out of here. The feeling Nick got from this place told him that this was definitely not the kind of hospital he would imagine, if the scenery was not enough of a hint that something was wrong. Looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he leaned against the elevator wall he gave a simple nod of agreement. Something was terribly, terribly wrong here and he hoped that the power would hold out and they could escape from this place. The power outages were not â€˜normalâ€™ even in a place that didnâ€™t have a lot of money not to mention a hospital was supposed to be a clean environment whereas this place was grimy and rather disgusting.<br/><br/>That same dreadful odor that was in the halls seemed stronger in the elevator and he didnâ€™t even wasnâ€™t to begin to imagine just what was covering the walls. At first he had not realized it but as soon as it was mentioned Nick backed away from the wall and cringed, muttering â€œWhat the fuck..?â€ It was probably the first time he wished that whatever was in that IV had not started to wear off, bringing him back to reality, if this could even be called reality, his senses coming back to him slowly. Though he still felt dizzy his vision didnâ€™t make this place feel like a fun house anymore much to his relief he was still pretty out of it. How he was able to function was truly a miracle, beyond him, and the fact he was able to stand here without leaning against the wall was only possible because Erica had pointed out just how dirty these walls were.<br/><br/>Suddenly the elevator shuddered and he looked up to see the light flickering on. According to the buttons, they were on the third floor. A small sign of hope in this horrid place, telling them they would be out of here soon, but how long the power would last he didnâ€™t know for sure.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€¦ I donâ€™t know what kind of place this isâ€¦â€ Nick finally managed to find his voice and speak out, mostly in agreement that this place was indeed horrible. â€œWeâ€¦ we have to get out of hereâ€¦ Who know what theyâ€™ll do to us if they catch us. I think weâ€¦ can both agree that these people cannot be trustedâ€¦â€ In his opinion that could not be established enough. They needed to get out of here, and one way or another they would get out. He would make sure of it. Nick, needless to say, has come to the conclusion that he hated this place with a burning passion of a thousand suns. The atmosphere was a constant reminder, just thinking about what atrocities might go on around here literally made him sick to his stomach. When another wave of dizziness hit him, as quickly as it has returned, his voice was lost again.<br/><br/>He had held it back until the power cut out again. The elevator stopped briefly, coming to an abrupt halt in between the second and first floors. Suddenly a sickening feeling clutched his stomach and he doubled over, vomiting up what appeared to be a mixture of blood and whatever had been in that IV, the feeling hitting him before he even had the chance to hold it back. The smell of vomit mixed with the already rancid odor that lingered in the elevator. Nick groaned and looked away from the scene, burying his nose in his shoulder to try to block the smell out as best he could.