Marcus limped, or actually dragged, his broken and battered form back through the hallways heading towards his room, a fire blazing in his eyes and a single vein pulsating on the left side of his forehead. He remained silent, sticking with the shuffling movements as he rounded another corner, the solitude of his doorway within sight. As he grew closer he could hear the 'clack clack' of heels and the instant chatter of the group of nurses as they finally spotted him and immediately set in with instructions, telling him to get back in his room, go to bed, quit walking around, all the normal information.<br/><br/>Marcus completely ignored them, reaching forward and opening his door, stepping in to turn and look at the group of women, who happened to be extremely attractive, albeit very annoying. "Any other time ladies, and this would be number three on my lifetime fantasy list... however right now... kindly go away.." He said with a forced smile, reaching forward to slam the door heavily in their faces and shuffled his way back to his bed, his body broken, and his pride broken just as much.<br/><br/>He knew Mea had to act like a hardass, any woman in the military with authority had to, otherwise they wouldn't be recognized as easily as a man in the same position would. It was a shitty situation, but it was the truth nonetheless, and Marcus knew this, however he had distracted himself with the fact that she was so much like Rachel, her voice, her face, even the way she carried herself made her seem like nothing short of a clone, and he'd let himself fall into the comfortability zone he'd had with Rachel, where he could speak his mind at any time without reprisal. Mea had just made it very clear that she wasn't Rachel, was nothing like Rachel save for the physical similarities, and had further more confirmed to Marcus that the woman he loved with all of his being was dead and gone, and this temporary illusion was just that, an illusion.<br/><br/>"Fuck..." He said under his breath, snapping his good hand forward to slam into the metal door with a solid impact that resonated down the hallway. "Fuck..." he repeated, looking towards his now-mangled knuckles, shaking his head as he moved towards the hospital bed. Sleep would make everything better.... then again.... sleep brought dreams.