<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: bed<br/>With: Kenza. Jayne in next bed.<br/><br/>A riot of noise woke Carter abruptly. With disorienting urgency, a trio of uniformed people poured into Room 2, laden down with gear and... a stretcher?<br/><br/>"What the fuck?"<br/><br/>Utterly ignoring him the EMTs, he abruptly realized what they were, poured over a lone figure in the other bed. It was Jayne, who had seemed a bit out of it yesterday, when he thought back through his own hazy recollections.<br/><br/>Medical terminology rattled back and forth between the trio of strangers and they gently hoisted Jayne's limp body onto the waiting stretcher, a mask strapped over her face.<br/><br/>"Is she going to be okay?"<br/><br/>The lone woman among the EMTs paused for just a moment and Carter could only imagine what was running through her head at the odd sleeping arrangements, his own nakedness, Kenza still curled up in the bed beside him and god-only-knows what they'd walked past to get to this room...<br/><br/>"We'll do everything we can."<br/><br/>And they were gone as abruptly as they arrived.