Marcus fell in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware of the van rocketing through the streets of Atlanta, some kind of siren attached to the top of it, to make it look like an ambulance he imagined. He could feel himself rocking slightly back and forth as the van drifted around turns and in between cars, though he could also feel that he was strapped in securely, even through the blinding cloud of pain that seemed to roll through him in sickening waves. From what he could tell in his few moments of clarity, atleast four of his ribs were broken, his right arm without a doubt was broken, probably in several places, and from the numb tingliness coming from his left ankle, it was probably broken as well.<br/><br/>He could hear the sounds of crying in the background, seemingly louder than the squeeling of tires and the honking of horns, deep sobs that seemed to come from the very depths of the person's soul. In his delirium, the sobbing sounded so familiar, yet he couldn't place it, and as he felt himself drifting off into unconsciousness once more, his right hand moved out, coming to rest on Mea's shoulder, though his eyes weren't even open and he had no idea who it was, "Don't cry Rachel..... it's going to be okay...." He mumbled, seeming to talk in his sleep before he fell into the cold embrace of blood-loss induced sleep.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Suddenly Marcus awoke with a start, sitting straight upwards and immediately he regretted the decision as pain was sent screaming through his side and chest and he fell backwards, a loud groan emitting from his lips. He brought his hands towards his face, and was immediately met with a cast to the forehead, followed by another groan of pain. He let his arms fall to his sides, breathing out deeply as he tried to keep his world from spinning. After a few moments he finally caught his bearings and opened his eyes, bright flourescent lighting meeting his eyes, causing him to blink away with the water that would rush to the sudden assault on his eyeballs.<br/><br/>Alot slower this time, he moved himself into a sitting position, looking down to find himself without a shirt, tight bandages wrapped around his stomach, and a small cast on his left ankle, as well as the full-arm cast on his right arm. "Jesus... all this from one RPG?" He said under his breathe, and then heard a collection of giggles coming from the entrance to his room and his icy blue eyes rose to see two women dressed in nurse's outfits, obviously having witnessed the antics he'd just performed while waking up and being quite amused by it. "Yeah...haha.... laugh at the injured guy..." He said dryly and moved his legs to the right side of the bed, letting them hang over its edges.<br/><br/>He took a few moments to collect himself and finally, slowly, pulling himself to his feet, keeping his weight on his right leg, guessing it would probably hurt like crazy to put any on his left foot at the moment. The doctor's must have pumped him full of pain medication, because it was nothing more than a dull throbbing at the moment. "Mr. Valentine..... you need to stay in bed and..." One of the nurses began, walking into the room. Marcus shot her a cold look, shaking his head, "To hell with that plan... I've got to check on my teammates..." He said, and began to limp/hobble his way out of the room at a slow pace, heading into the hallway.<br/><br/>From what he guessed this was some type of Vatican-sponsored hideout in Atlanta, atleast from the decor and the black-suits that were constantly walking around, making Marcus feel extremely under-dressed. The muscles in his bare chest and arm were tense with the pain that was pounding through his system due to the movement, but he pressed on, despite the nurses that were chattering in his ear. Finally he saw a sight that brightened his eyes, "Mea!.."