Lazarus felt strange for a moment. His chest felt like it was being crush, but only for a moment. There was strange weightless sensation and a flash, before he found himself in the heap on the floor, head banging. His normal reaction to danger would be to grow his wings get away, to assess the situation. He strained his magic flow. Nothing happened. He tried again. Nothing. His wings wouldn't form. He tried pulling magic into his hand. Nothing. He couldn't use magic. "What is this?" He looked around. They were out in the open, and everything was.... weird. His body pulsed for a moment and he spluttered, as if taking a blow to the stomach. "F-fuck." He could feel it coming on. He pulled his fringe into view. It was turning black. "No... no no no. Fuck." He tucked it under the main bed of his hair, before forcing himself to stand. He closed his eyes. "Be calm Lazarus. Don't let it. Be calm." He spoke to himself. 

He was interrupted by shouting. As a matter of fact, his name was being shouted. He winced a little, breaking into a light jog towards to noise. It didn't take him long. 30 seconds at most. He had found Sasha. He had to be calm and cool now. He couldn't let everything go, especially at a time like this. He ignored his own problems and spoke as normal. "Hey. Stop your shouting and come keep me safe." He grunted with a smirk on his face. He of course directed his comment towards Sasha.