One moment Detrix and Lillian are happy, the next they're in a fiery inferno. Some sort of bomb had been dropped on the hotel and it was burning. Lillian was forced into a wall by the blast and lost consciousness immediately. Detrix, however, was fine at the moment.
"Lillian! My god!" He swooped her up and looked around for an exit. The only available one was a door that was burning. It was that or die. So Detrix pounded himself against the door, inhaling smoke and getting numerous severe burns. Once out of the small room, he only needed to dodge other flames and falling pieces of the hotel. He got outside, thankfully, with Lillian. He was coughing violently and thought he'd die right there, when he remembered Laura. Lillian would be nothing without her sister. Detrix reentered the hotel, once again risking his life, and searched for Laura.
"LAURA!" He boomed. She had to be there somewhere.
"Dee-Dee?" That was Laura's nickname for Detrix. He rushed around, searching for the source of the voice. When he found the little girl, he placed her on her shoulders and picked up two more people.
"IT'S COLLAPSING!" Someone yelled. Detrix pumped his legs as hard as he could with three people on him. Finally, he reached the door and dove out just in time for the hotel to reduce to rubble. He looked around; there couldn't be more than 80 survivors.
"Lillian?" A familiar voice called out. It was Hal Mason. "Oh, god!" He shouted upon seeing Lillian. Her face was severely burnt, her clothes singed, multiple bones obviously broken, and she looked dead laying on the pavement.
"Excuse me?" An older man approached Detrix. "Are you second-in-command?"
"Yes, sir," Detrix answered. "Detrix Finnegan," He introduced himself, holding out a hand for the man to shake.
"Tom Mason of the second Mass," The man responded. "What happened?"
"I don't know," Detrix answered honestly. "Something blew Lillian backwards, and then everything was in flames," Tom nodded.
"Come on, then, we'll take you back to the 2nd Mass and get you some medical help," Detrix agreed. He and Hal both reached to pick up Lillian at the same time, but Detrix got her. Laura ran over to Hal and he picked her up. Detrix turned to see the severity of the situation. Only a few of the 8th Mass were conscious, forcing some soldiers to double up on bodies.
The trek back to the 2nd Mass homebase was unbearably long. Maybe it was because Lillian wouldn't wake up, or because she was getting really heavy, but Detrix could barely stand all of the walking. Everyone was silent, not daring to speak.
Once they reached the high school where the 2nd Mass was hiding out, Hal escorted Detrix to the makeshift hospital. A woman and a teenage girl were there.
"Hal, what's going-" The woman saw Detrix and stopped. "Here, set her down on the bed, Lourdes, take care of his burns," Detrix laid Lillian on one of the cots and sat in a chair to be looked at by Lourdes, the teenage girl.
"You'll be able to wait," She concluded after quickly checking him. "We've got people in critical condition," She said simply, leaving Detrix alone in the gross plastic chair. Lourdes went back to Anne and reported her conclusion.
"Good, now hand these out to anyone in extreme pain," Anne said, tossing her assistant a bottle of painkillers. Lourdes issued them to anyone yelling, screaming, or moaning. As more people came in, near death, more people had to lay on the floor in the hallway. Lourdes used the entire bottle of painkillers on less than half of the patients. By the time she returned to Anne, she had moved on from Lillian and was working on a man with a severely injured leg.
By the time the hour was up, half of the supply of painkillers was gone. Anne and Lourdes, having worked furiously, took off to rest. Hal and Tom watched the patients, most of whom were sleeping.
Detrix would be fine, though he had severe burns. He had uncomfortable gauze wrapped around his head that blocked one eye and was banned from all soldier duties until he was completely recovered.
Lillian was a different story. She suffered a concussion and a minor fracture in her spine that was major enough to put her on bedrest until further notice. The concussion, since having gone a while untreated and not being treated properly due to lack of medical supplies, was dangerous. Anne had her on heavy doses of melatonin to keep her asleep so her brain hard time to heal.
Lillian slept through the night, until morning. She had slept 22 hours before awakening. Anne decided that keeping her awake was best, because having her sleep anymore might throw off her sleeping schedule and she'd wake at abnormal times. Hal and Tom were present when she opened her eyes.
"Hal? Mr. Mason? What-" Lillian groggily began before being cut off by Hal.
"There was an explosion, don't worry, you're fine," Hal said, stroking Lillian's hair. "You'll be okay."