Sun was still wiping residual tears from his eyes but for the most part had gained the majority of his composure back. He nodded to Ravenia as she asked him to send a message to Marcus. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and gently relaxed his body, allowing his arms and hands to hang untensed. Sun took several moments to focus until the ethereal butterfly-shaped sprites began emanating from his forehead once more. To the others, it looked as though he was in some kind of trance, but he wasn't. Forming a telepathic connection was just....draining to say the least and required his up most mental attention. This was a much more convenient way for him to communicate with Marcus without having to leave the hospital. His sprites, about 4 or 5 of them, glided out through the window and traversed over the city to Marcus. Sun was still, maintaining focus while the sprites traveled. 

When the sprites arrived to Marcus, they gently floated into his head, entering his mind, and relaying Sun's thoughts. He would hear Sun's telepathic message in his head and would feel a slight tingle, but nothing of major discomfort. The connection made between him and Marcus was brief, but long enough to convey his thoughts. 

[i]...Marcus...this is Sun...don't be alarmed...I'm only in your thoughts and I'm sorry to have intruded unannounced....but Ravenia told me to send you a message. She says to put the Gate and wall on full lockdown and to gather the members of the team nearest to you and have them stay at the wall.... Several people are not doing well here......including Shay...but just stay there for now. We will all gather there shortly and recooperate. Oh...and sorry again for the intrusion....[/i]

Sun reopened his eyes and sighed deeply after having sent his thoughts to Marcus. Sun's eyes were still red and his face looked emotionally fatigued. When he saw Clo come in and give him a light smile, he returned the same. Briefly laying his head against her as she comforted him by placing her hand on his back. Fen was asking Sun alot of questions...probably because he had been crying initially when he came through the sliding divider. Clo was asking alot of questions too. But really, simply couldn't answer any of there questions. He just shook his head (no) to each of her questions. But when Fen asked about how Shay was doing...Sun sulked and all he could say was..."I don't know...". He was more in the dark than either of them were. He hadn't been out in the Red Waste like they had. He didn't know much of anything. 

Sun clasped his hands behind his back and crinkled his nose at Fen's proposition to undress and then redress the man in hospital garments. Sun wasn't keen on the idea, but didn't retort. He wouldnt get involved, but would leave the decision up to them. He did however listen intently when Fen disclosed what information he did know about the Russian man, but it wasn't much to go on frankly. Sun's gaze followed Clo as she followed Tobias' orders to lay down. She complied easily...and without a fuss. Sun's eyes trailed back onto the Russian man as he took his hands from behind his back and braced himself against the table the man was laying on. 

Sun was intrigued. Through all of ...whatever it what was that had happened...this man somehow fell into the mix. He hadn't dreamt about him at all. Not saying that he can forsee or dream about everything but...he was a little shocked this man was so nearby the scene and he didn't see him at all. Sun move up a little closer to the man's head and touched his forehead lightly with his fingertip before pulling away. Sun looked around briefly. The divider pretty much seperated him from most of the others, but he heard two pairs of footsteps leave the room. He assumed it was Tobias, but he wasn't sure who followed behind him. Shay was resting. And so was Clo. Only person who was with him it seemed was Fen. He looked to Fen momentarily, before reverting his eyes back to the Russian man's face. 

So weird....this guy...being here...

Sun sighed...lost in thought and confused while watching as Fen began cleaning the dried blood from the man. He clasped his hands behind his back once more and pressed himself against the wall. Watching...and just...thinking.