Shiloh moaned from the rush of pain in his head. He felt someone shaking him awake, but it was the urgency of her voice that made his eyes fly open. He saw Riley, but then he saw past her to the white ceiling and then the padded walls. Padded walls. Asylum. Panic gripped him and he shot up, his eyes darting everywhere. "What-? How-?" Too many questions fought to get out of him at once. He threw a hand in his hair and struggled to maintain a steady breath. This was wrong. It was so impossible wrong- like a nightmare come to life. But he would be alone in his nightmare. At least he had Riley.

A new wave of pain from his headache came back from him subconsciously pulling on his hair. His eyes screwed shut and he let go of his hair. "Damn. My head," He grunted. 

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The kick to the mattress jostled Nadia awake. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up quickly. She shouldn't have been asleep, yet there she was, waking up and in... a hotel room? She slid of the bed, ignoring the pounding in her head as best he could, and felt her pockets while she examined who she was with in the dark. Everything was accounted for in her pockets, but of habit, she frowned at the guy as he lit a cigarette.

Of all people she had to be stranded with, it had to be him- whatever his name was. Carl or something. But she pushed her own feelings towards him aside. He was Riley's cousin, so she felt obligated not to ditch him in her search for the others. Even if he was kind of a dick. She crept behind him, but when he went for the door, she grabbed his arm to stop him. With her other hand, she drew her army knife, fingered out the blade attachment of the tool and held a finger to her lips with the gadget pinched between her fingers, indicating that he should maybe shut up. The voice out there could belong to the one that put them in the room. 

She lightly slapped him on the chest with the back of her hand so he would back up and she moved to stand in front of him. She was the one with the knife, after all. She knew he did some martial arts or whatever, but she didn't trust him already since he was being noisy and smoking. The smoke itself wasn't bad; She was used to it, but the timing couldn't have been much worse.