X slowly climbed out of the human's car, trailing along behind as a group of humans swirled around Elle, trying to see what they were doing to her. They had decended on the car in mass in response to the human doctor's call for assistance, carefully but quickly moving Elle onto a stretcher and rushing her inside. He followed the humans down a long hall, watching them work on Elle as they were moving her. Surely that wasn't the best idea. He bit his lip to hold back a sob as he saw them poking her, jabbing her with tubes and needles. Why did she have to be hurt? Why couldn't it be him instead? He deserved it!

"Okay, let's get her to the operating room now!" Brian called as he handed several vials of blood to a lab tech for typing and crossmatching. They didn't have time to wait for the results. If they couldn't get this woman to surgery immediately, she wouldn't have a chance. He shook his head a bit realizing she probably didn't anyway but he had to try. He looked back as they were moving her onto the elevator to see that the alien was still there, following along behind them like some sort of large heartbroken puppy.

"We're taking her to the operating room now. It's on the fifth floor. There's a lounge there where you can wait. I'll let you know something as soon as I can," he called before hurrying into the elevator and heading up.

X slowly walked over and tried to push the button on the elevator Elle had dissappeared into. It wouldn't light up though. He jabbed at it again and again and finally begin to frantically pound on it. Why wasn't it working? He needed to be upstairs, to be there for her!! Stupid piece of human equipment breaking down at the very moment he needed it!!

"Um, that elevator's for medical personnel only," X heard a timid voice say. He turned to find a small, even smaller than Elle, human clad in some sort of pink uniform standing behind him, looking at him with big frightened eyes. He whimpered a bit at the sight of those eyes, pale blue just like Elle's. What if he never saw those eyes again?

Amelia trembled a bit at the sight of the alien. She had seen the announcements on the news about the alien invasion, of course, had heard about the attack on New York but she had assumed it was all some sort of joke kind of like that War of the Worlds broadcast her grandma loved to tell her about. There was a really live alien standing in front of her though that proved she was wrong. She slowly walked over to him, forcing her fear down. He didn't really look dangerous despite those sharp looking claws and feet. He just looked very sad and lost. She reached out, carefully taking his hand. "The elevator you want is over here."

X let the little human lead him over to a different elevator that opened immediately when summoned. She stepped in with him and pushed the button for the fifth floor. "That's where they said they were taking your friend, right?" she asked. "To surgery on the fifth floor?"

X slowly nodded, not trusting himself to speak right now. The doors opened and the human led him out, leading him down another long hallway and into a room filled with chairs, many of which held humans who gasped and backed away in fright at the sight of him. X collapsed into the closest chair and buried his face in his hands. Where was Elle? Was she close by and what were they doing to her?

"Um, there are some forms that Nurse Jans says need to be filled out," Amelia said as she came over to the alien and sat down beside him. They could do without her downstairs for awhile. "Do you think you're up to that right now?"

X nodded again and slowly reached out, taking the papers from her and looking down at them. Name. He scribbled in Elle's real one. It didn't matter anymore anyway. MiB's covert status was blown. Age. Birthdate. He slowly wrote the answer down, regret washing over him as he remembered why he knew this. Some other agents had thrown a birthday party for Elle shortly after he had arrived, a birthday party he had managed to ruin by showing up, insulting the entire concept of having a celebration for being one year closer to death and.... He let out a soft whimper. He had told Elle she was one year closer to death and now she was....

"I can't do this," he whispered as he shoved the papers away. He couldn't look at them, couldn't face the reminders of how cruel he had been, how he had....

"It's alright. They aren't really important right now anyway," Amelia reassured him as she took the papers. She looked up just in time to see Nurse Jans coming approaching with a plastic bag. Amelia silently pleaded with her eyes not to do this, not to give this poor griefstricken man his friend's possessions right now but she either didn't realize or didn't care.

X's hands shook as the human handed him the bag, his fingers slowly opening it and looking inside. He reached in, lifting Elle's torn and cut jacket out and burying his face in it. He could still smell her sweet human scent. "No," he whimpered softly.

"It's alright. You'r friend's not dead. They just like to have the family take patient's things for safekeeping," Amelia whispered as she patted his hand, wondering if that was the proper way to reassure an alien.

"She's dying and it's all my fault! I was so mean to her and now I'm going to loose her! I don't want to loose her! I love her!! I don't want to loose her!!" X whispered as he started to sob, started to sob real tears, something he hadn't thought his people were capable of.

"Shussshhhh. It's alright. It's going to be alright," Amelia murmured as she reached out, wrapping her arms around the alien and drawing him to her in a big hug. She didn't know what else to do.