"Have you seen-" her voice was interrupted by the frightened shriek from another hospital room down the hall. Mea snapped to attention, barking at Marcus "Get inside." her tone brooked no argument.<br/><br/>She took off at a sprint, the breeze plastering the cloth gown across her torso, until she halted at the scene of what looked like something out of a horror movie.<br/><br/>Yousef. It was Yousef.<br/><br/>An orderly was kneeling, clutching a bleeding hand. It didn't look bad, just a snick. It was more shock and fear than pain that made his face ashen.<br/><br/>"Get out!" She growled, and the two nurses made haste past her through the door.<br/><br/>She got down on her hands and knees, and slowly began to crawl towards Yousef. His eyes were animalistic, pupils dialated. He was so heavily medicated it was a wonder he was breathing, let alone sitting up. "Tank." she said softly, holding both hands up in a non-threatening position.<br/><br/>Her voice was soft, cajoling.  "Tank...it's Major Vanni..." she choked, cleared her throat. "Yousef, it's-....it's Mea. Look at me."