When the boy passed out from loss of blood, everything went to hell.
Just seconds after his body went limp, a powerful pulse of dark energy sent a shock through the room, resonating within the senshi and knocking Minako and Makoto back across the room, hitting the wall on the far side. As the energy seemed to make the very air around them vibrate, a bright flash of light from Usagi filled the room, and in moments, Sailor Moon was kneeling there, her wings twitching with nervous anticipation.
It had all been nearly instantaneous, and as soon as the pulse tore through the air, Ami's heart stopped, and only a moment later, a similar wave, one she had experienced before, seemed to pound out of her own chest; a strong, single contraction in her heart that seemed to resonate with the other wave and knocked her to her knees, her vision going black as her heart stopped and she fell to the floor, surrounded by darkness.
Raye, however, was fine. She was more than fine, and as the pulsating waves of energy invaded her mind, her senses sharpened to an inhuman degree. For a moment, she saw it. All the energy from not one, but three powerful waves. One from her comrade and friend, Ami, who lay unconscious upon the ground. One from Sailor moon, her forced transformation a radical response from the Silver Crystal. Both a response to this boy, who had turned their lives around by accident.
The energy waves disappeared in seconds, but left over from the devastating event, visible only to the psychic, were strong, bright points of light shining brilliantly within the three. And then, like it had never happened, the energy evaporated and Raye's vision returned to normal, the only evidence that the afternoon had been disrupted were the girls left groggy or unconscious, and the boy in the doorway.
Pulling her out of her revere was a monotonous, continuous beeping, and the priestess went and hung up the phone with which Minako had attempted to call the ambulance before this had happened.
"What the hell was that!" Makoto yelled, grasping her head and struggling to her feet.
"Ami!" Sailor Moon cried desperately, scrambling to her friend, who was tremendously pale and seemingly lifeless upon the ground. She threw herself upon her prone comrade and lay her head upon her chest, her breath held as she waited, and then released, exhaling in relief. "It's okay, she has a heartbeat, she's okay!"
"No duh she's okay, she's breathing," Raye said, indicating to the shallow rise and fall of her chest as she knelt beside the boy, feeling the blood on his shirt.
"Who is that guy?" Minako asked, brushing herself off.
"Ami said it's the guy from her dream," Makoto said as she grabbed a water pitcher and a bowl, quickly placing it between the two unconscious people and attending to them.
"So…what do we do with him?" Minako asked, helping the other girls take care of their friend and the badly injured man.
A light seemed to go on in Sailor Moon's head. "We need to protect him!" she emphatically declared, and Raye muttered an underplayed, "Huh…"
Usagi was outraged. "Well, we do! If bad people are after him and he was hurt and needs help, then-"
"His wounds closed up," the priestess said deadpan, fingering his skin beneath the tears in his shirt.
"Huh?"
"His injuries. They're gone," she repeated, crossing her arms and legs and pondering all she had seen that day. Who was this guy? And what was the energy she saw? She had too many questions, and there were absolutely no answers for any of it.
"How did that happen!" Minako cried, feeling the boy all over and looking for the wounds from which the blood came from, but found nothing but large scars.
"Do you think…" Makoto started, considering her thought. "Do you think that maybe all that energy healed him?"
"I don't think we can say yet," Raye said, breathing deeply as she looked over the formerly injured stranger. "But I think this guy might be the source of our problems."