As more people arrived, Sahara became increasingly uncomfortable, and more and more grateful that she was in the corner of the room. In came yet another young man, this one with striking eyes and brightly colored clothing. He wore a backpack, and an odd implement on his back very nearly resembling the shape of a sword, though it was wrapped and thus impossible to tell for certain. Certainly such a weapon would not be allowed in a public place like, though, particularly not a hospital. This man was quiet, and seemed almost as uneasy as herself about being there. She empathized for him.

Next came a tiny girl who walked with the assistance of a pair of crutches. One of her legs was in a cast; did she know Dallas? Or was she a patient from the next room whom they'd bothered? Though she didn't know the others, Sahara felt somehow responsible for their noise and immediately wanted to apologize if their noise had annoyed her, perhaps offering a few of her homemade cookies in reparations... But the girl with the bright red hair -who now seemed older than Sahara had assumed at first glance- did not complain. In fact, she didn't say anything.

The short silence that followed was a shaking noise that drew Sahara's gaze to the bed before her. Her eyes widened as Dallas' leg began to spasm. She was very well read in medical texts, and she knew that such spasming could indicate all sorts of awful things. She looked around, expecting someone to call a nurse or something of the sort. But most seemed to just stare, as she was doing. Finally, the writhing stopped. Dallas smiled a genuine smile, a rare thing indeed, and looked around silently on them. Though one might expect all sorts of commotion in reaction to this turn of events, the silence continued until one of the men interrupted it with an odd remark. A girl addressed him directly in a friendly, joking sort of manner before retreating. Another of the girls, one of the younger members of the group, made a comment that seemed entirely inappropriate given that that Dallas' mother was present.

Sahara looked away from the newly awoken boy as his mother began speaking to him in a quiet one. In doing so, she noticed one of the others there looking very closely at the cookies that she brought and, figuring that they were a present to him as well if were a friend of Dallas, she held them out to him without looking him in the eye. The quiet sort, she wouldn't voice her concerns to these strangers, but the young woman was very concerned about how suddenly he had woken, and how fine he seemed now. An act of God, perhaps? Stranger things had happened. Still... It filled her with unease, in a way that no miracle should.