'Rhys woke up face down on the cold floor. This didn't seem normal, since he was a light sleeper. This would have awoken him. It didn't puzzle him long, he had more important things to consider. He was still waking up, so when he went to sit on Sasha's bed he forgot it was... Sasha's bed. He sat on her leg on accident and was immediately scared by the sudden feeling of bone. Reminded of her state, Rhys checked to see if she still had all of the technology and needles stuck in her. To his delight, most of them were removed. He also recognized the new hospital clothing on her, rather than her casual outfit. It's been about 16 hours since they abrubtly arrived into the building. He was shocked that it was night time. Rhys never was one to take naps or sleep in. Aside from that, he realized he should try to contact Fiona and/or Vaughn to tell them what happened. Thanks to Vaughn's glasses, he could call him. Thanks to Fiona's ear piece, he could radio in to her. He pulled his robot arm up from his side and called Vaughn.

The silence and redirection from his number to the Hyperion operator worried him. Vaughn wasn't the type to ignore a call. Especially from his bro. He now tried his ear piece to try Fiona. While waiting for a response to "Hey Fiona,
you there?" he re-evaluated his reasoning. Why would he call Vaughn first... it was Fiona's sister. Rhys tried again.
"FIONA! This is pretty imporant!" The sound of stirring relieved him. (At least one of my friends are okay...) He thought. "Wh... what do you want..." She must have been sleeping. "Okay first... Where the hell did you guys go!?
Sasha and I were looking all over for you both." Fiona grunted as she felt this reason to wake her up was insignificant.
"Didn't we say we were headed back to the apartment?" She asked, puzzled and irritated. "Well if we were LOOKING FOR YOU in the most dangerous part of town, wouldn't we have had a motive?!" Rhys was a little infuriated by this. "Oh. Yeah, by the way, we're at the apartment. Is that all you wanted?" He hesitated a bit to respond. Fiona yawned and repeated "Is that all you wanted..?" "Oh sure, by the way, update from the other half of your crew, we're at the hospital." Fiona paused for a second. "Well, what happened to you? Paper cut?" She hoped it wasn't anything severe. "Well, not me. It's your sister..."

Fiona nearly exploded with questions. "Weren't you supposed to protect her? What happened? Is she on life support?!"
Rhys sat there motionless with a blank expression. "She... she got stabbed. Her hero, that's me by the way, carried her eight. No seven. No... eight? Blocks to a hospital, being the one I am located at right now. If you wake Vaughn up, I can give him the location. Fiona, I'm... worried. I'm sorry I let this happen. If she doesn't make it-dammit I don't think I would be able to live with myself. Do you think I should ask her, or would now be not the best time. Because to be fair all I had for a girlfriend was this girl named Stacey, back in my school years. For about 3 months." The suddent outburst of this questioned whether or not Rhys should have said it like that. Fiona took a bit to respond.
She sounded like she was multi-tasking : getting dressed, talking, waking Vaughn up. "Uhhm... I would seriously not. If I got stabbed by a Psycho's small knife when I had an assault rifle I wouldn't be too pleased... VAUGHN! GET UP! Not saying Sasha's weak or anything. But as a Con-Artist, er. Former Con-Artist, it's gonna be like, a new experience for someone else to help you that's not family. You normally have to rely on yourself.. Which is not... a walk in the park."
The fumbling of clothes reminded Rhys that she's in a hurry at the moment. He didn't expect immediate responses. "Well just try to stay near her. Don't like.. kiss her unconcious body. I don't know if she'll feel it but DO NOT find out...
I would slug you if you did but how would I know... Rhys I just woke up and now all this. Do me a favor and don't mess with my damn sister. I do not know why I am still talking, it may be encouraging you to but... VAUGHN! god dammit..."

"F-Fiona?" Rhys asked. He heard commotion faintly through the headset. "Where are my damn glasses- ah ha! There they are! Wait no. That's a candle. AH! That burns. Oh. There we are an- Fiona?! How long have you been standing there-" Rhys was sort of relieved the mic was turned off at this point. He leaned against the wall, slowly falling to the floor. He felt lonely. As much as he wanted to stay near Sasha at this point, the room was fairly boring. If only he had Vaughn's watch. An Atari Breakout 1v1 sounded like the best right now. But who would be the other 1? To his surprise, such a stupid debate with himself passed 3 hours of time. He was distracted by the fumbling around in the bed. Sasha turned to her side, possible the first motion she'd ever done for at least half of a day. Suddenly, an IV lashed upwards as she completed the movement. "Ow! Damn thing that I can't. See." Rhys shot a glance at her. Didn't he say that before..? It's nothing of significance. Her being concious was all that mattered. "Sasha!" Rhys rose and approached her a bit too fast.
He nearly tripped on top of her. Leaving his arms out stretched in case he fell, he met a stare with those emeralds that he missed so bad. "Are you... alright?" Sasha ask him. Rhys wanted to hold her forever. But he settled for a 20 second hug. She wrapped her arms around him as he nearly picked her up off of the bed. "Are you alright?" He repeated the line back to her. "You'd be surprised. Luckily, I think I am. But I need to know, where in the actual hell am I? And you, since you're here too. But. Yeah. Where are we?"

Rhys pulled up a chair. "We're at a hospital. I didn't catch the name but your sis-"She cut him off and finished his sentence. "My sister, Fiona. And Vaughn. Are on their way. I heard." She put a sly smile on her face. Normally, Rhys would be frustrated. Her smile just powered him to start a conversation. Eventually, after a while of talking, he knew she was very well awake while he was on the comm with Fiona. "Can I ask you something?" Rhys said. "Sure, not like I can make an excuse to not answer..." Rhys took a deap breath. "Did you.. hear. Everything?" Sasha put a playfully confused look on her face. "Well, no. I don't have a super power or anything, do I?" She said as she pulled the needles from her skin. Rhys sat there, amazed that she could take out at least 14 of them. "What's wrong, my hero? By the looks of it,
you are worried about your saved victim." She continued her playful taunting with him. "Well I pulled some epic shit back there. Your eternal slumber was interrupted, sorry." He tried to continue the act. "Yeah that's my thing." She reached her arm out and lightly punched his arm. He wasn't phased by it, he sat there staring at her. A little too long.
Sasha didn't mind though. "I'm happy you're okay..." Rhys said, in a more serious tone now. Sasha reached out for him,
but she immediately winced back in pain. "It's fine.. rest up" Rhys said, laying his regular arm into her clenched fist.