[b]Mark[/b]

Mark woke up. Not as though he were just breaking free of sleep while still remaining unwilling to get up; he was on wide awake. And he was face down on concrete in the pouring rain. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, and felt a throb of pain from his cheek. Touching it left blood on his fingertips. He pushed himself up to his feet and immediately a shock traveled through his left leg from his knee. Looking down, there was a red patch seeping through his jeans.

[i]...What on earth happened.[/i]

The rain froze as Mark's mind was racing. He had no idea how he had gotten here or for how long. He worked his mind hard to try and remember; he knew that he'd been testing his power, but his last memory was opening a window. There was nothing else, and further effort proved fruitless. Wide and wild eyed, his gaze turned back to his knee. Gingerly, he rolled up the leg to try and inspect it. A sigh of relief came with the sight of a gash that wasn't particularly deep. He suspected that there was a bruise beneath though by the pain that it exuded upon putting weight onto it. He replaced the bloodied jean leg and now took a look at his surroundings. The tower right behind him, which caught his gaze as he briefly stressed about how he got here. Regardless, he knew where he was now. Limping off in the rain, he headed towards the hospital, only just realising the he was cold and soaked through.