[[I'll forgot what happened back at the house for the moment and this one is nice and short. :( ]]

Bridgette was still sluggish to awaking, even with the extra help. But wakefulness did come, even if it was slow. Her eyes fluttered and the girl stirred in the hospital bed. The first thing she was aware of noticing was that she wasn't at home and she wasn't as Nadia's. Through half open eyes her drugged mind wondered where she was. The events from just a few hours earlier unrecalled. The white wasn't bright, most people who awoke had troubles adjusting to the light but not Bridgette. She laid there a few moments more, half conscious before the past slammed into her. 

Bridgette remembered Nadia and the blood. So much blood. And the eyes, there was something wrong with her eyes. Bridgette moans and thrashed, and to be honest, she probably screamed too. Luck, if one could see it like that. probably kept anyone from bursting into the room. For the entire wing of the hospital was in an uproar. Several emergencies had been declared as people started dying. The staff scrambled around as best as they could to save whomever they could. Not that a lot of the sicker patients had a chance. Even the floors above and below were affected. 

This of course meant that sooner or later someone would realize what had happened and come looking for the source. By that time however the crisis would be over and Dante would have had enough time to get away cleanly. And as of the moment no one was giving the small room any attention for her vitals were strong while others were still dropping.