Hunger pains forgotten, Kai turned to look at the other bed, her breath catching in her throat. There was Warren, still as death save for the slow fall and rise of his chest, hooked up to who knew how many machines and IV drips. Life support? No. He couldn't be that badly injured. He just couldn't be. Life support could only mean one thing, and while she refused to even think it, she knew it was bad. Of all the stories she'd read in the newspaper...very few people ever came back from it. Brain dead. Coma. Taken off and left to die on their own. It was horrible.<br/><br/>"Is....is he going to...to..." She couldn't even finish, but the tone of her voice suggested she wasn't wondering if he'd be okay but rather if he was going to...well, die.