September stood still for a few moments upon entering the room, as if allowing the sitters of the room to examine her and decide whether or not she was a threat. An older lady, perhaps the mother, had her eyes on the ground, while a rather tall lady wearing a lot of clothes seemed to be examining September. [i]Well, I’m here now.[/i] She lifted her eyes and took a couple steps towards Dallas. [i]What did I honestly think I was going to do here?[/i]

Another lady was coming up behind September and, not wanting anyone around her blind spot, September carefully wandered near Dallas and turned her back to the wall. 

Dallas looked peaceful. I mean, of course he looked peaceful… But, unlike other unconscious people September had seen (parkour accidents and that one time she may have wandered into the wrong neighborhood, his face wasn’t coated in sweat or pale. 

Following behind the, rather tall, blond, and beautiful, lady was a scraggy… Scraggy? Yeah, scraggy looking hospital boy with another, more colourful and much shorter boy behind him. Older than September, everyone here was older than September, and the smaller boy had an obvious look of unease on his face. His eyes roamed the room and examined its inhabitants just like September’s before a strange little girl intruded with her crutches. [i]Ah, now this one is younger than you, September.[/i]

And she has sock puppets. September was careful to watch those puppets and the carrot-headed girl very, very carefully.

And then Dallas woke up. Not like woke up woke up, but the way someone being pulled out of quicksand after passing out would wake up. In spasms, small spasms, and September immediately turned to face him and took a half step back towards the wall. [i]Holy Christ…[/i]

“Least we all made it, finally,” said the man in the hospital gown, breaking the silence. “I was starting to think the party wouldn’t happen.” [i]Oh, the sarcasm is strong in this one.[/i] “Congratulations,” continued the tall blond that had accompanied the scraggy one, “you managed to be so pretentious that not even death waned to deal with you.” [i]Ohh, I sense a match made in heaven here.[/i] “Hell, you mean,” September murmured out loud before covering her mouth in shock as she realized that she had spoken out loud. [i]Dallas doesn’t look very peaceful anymore.[/i]