[i]Ugh...[/i] Aislin couldn't help but shudder as Dana wrapped her up in some incredibly long arms. They felt so strange, so abnormal and alien; she thanked the darkness she couldn't actually discern their true nature. With tentative hands, she held onto the arm around her waist, swallowing her repulsion. [i]It's just Dana, get ahold of yourself.[/i]

Their speed was insane, truly insane. G-force pressed against her body, she could hardly breathe at this break-neck pace. Well, it literally would be break-neck if Dana hadn't securely supported her head. Aislin was so not prepared, and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the roller coaster ride to be over. She stumbled on her feet as Dana set her down, forgetting her sense of balance. Where were they?

She appraised doors she didn't recognize for a moment. But... Oh right, she walked out these very doors not an hour earlier, blind impulse guiding her to what could have very possibly been her demise. Ah, and after her second brush with death she had more questions than answers, and still no answers to her previous questions. It was disenchanting, increasingly so. Her ideals were slipping away, she could feel it. Instead, they replaced themselves with fear, darkness... 

[i]"... We need to tell someone about this...."[/i] Aislin felt a hand on her shoulder, which she reached up to grip tightly. The texture still churned her stomach, but she felt herself descending into a dark, dark place. Dana was her last spark of light. [i]"Don't worry, you will not be alone..."[/i]

Aislin looked down at herself, and immediately wished she didn't. Being covered in mud, dirt and blood from head to toe and wearing shredded, stained clothes made her look god-awful. Like something that walked through Hell, which honestly wouldn't have been far from the truth. Her exhaustion pushed her past the point of being self-conscious, but she didn't want to talk about... About before. She'd force herself to relive it, her and her cruel imagination. 

Fresh tears silently fell from her eyes as she let go of Dana's hand. Her voice was a whisper. [b]"You're right... You're right."[/b]

Feeling a little more resolved, Aislin let themselves in. The waiting room was just down the hall, empty of most people except two. She recognized them both, the eel-ish meta that kindly carried her to the hospital earlier, and Mr. Blackmore. He always seemed to be at the right place at the right time.

[b]"Mr. Eel, it's good to see you."[/b] She said hollowly before turning her gaze to the man of the hour. Adam was a very important teacher to her, his opinion mattered a lot. And to have him see her like this, it embarrassed her. What would he think, seeing a sniveling little Aislin walk in like she'd seen a ghost? 

[b]"Sir..."[/b] She began, her voice shaky. [b]"Something's, uh... happened. May Dana and I talk to you in private?"[/b]