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Aaron stumbled into the lobby of the hospital. The hospital seemed to be on fast forward - everyone was running around trying to attend to everything. And, given the recent attack, it made sense that there would be tens, if not hundreds, of people who needed to be treated. There were hundreds dead after the penguin attack. Or it seemed that way.

Aaron almost made it to the front desk, where there was an overworked tech, typing rapidly and talking on the phone while speaking to someone behind him. Tresler was about to ask where Dread Lock was staying when he collapsed. His arms and legs and portions of his core and torso simply wouldn't work. 

[i]Ah… I carried the hammer, so my muscles have to contract again which is never pleasant… then it was advantageous that I came to the hospital, otherwise I'd be in bed for the next few days… there's methods here that'll get me out of here soon…[/i] Aaron thought, having realized what was going on.

He lost track of what was happening as he came in and out of consciousness. “Sudden onset muscular atrophy!” One of the nurses called to a doctor as they'd rushed over to the collapsed man. He lost consciousness again as they heaved his small weight onto a stretcher and rolled him away. They toted a crash cart along in case his heart stopped. An all too likely possibility.