[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Ambulance Headed For Justice Memorial -> Justice Memorial[/center][hr]

Throughout the entire ride to the hospital, Lucas kept his hand grasping Risa's, and his eyes on her. He refused to look away or let go, terrified that if he did she'd fade away, that each moment that passed could have been the very last moment he'd see her alive. The thought was eating at him, and forcing himself to keep it bottled up wasn't exactly easy as he sat in silence, squeezing the hand of the woman he loved more than anything in the world. He insisted that he should have been in her place, that he should have been hurt as he had been closer to the explosion, but luck just didn't wish it to go that way, and as her pulse fell with her blood pressure, he forced himself to ignore it, too terrified to even look at it.

When the ambulance arrived, Lucas climbed out along with them, following closely with them as he held Risa's hand, only halted as he felt Amy's hand planted on his chest. Looking down to it, his gaze shifted back up to the Doctor's face and over her shoulder to the disappearing gurney which Risa lay on. Part of him, hell, most of him wanted to refuse, wanted to push through after her as she was brought into the OR, but logic prevailed this time. He sighed and took a step back, giving Amy a slow nod as he forced himself to calm down. Though hearing the doctors as she moved off turned him pale.

Settling down in a seat to wait, the silence which was filling the hospital right then was chilling, painful even. He was left with his thoughts, and at that point he forced himself to ignore them, to block out any thoughts of what was going on. He didn't wish to terrify himself any more than he already had been. Sighing, he searched for anything to distract him, and focusing on anything that came to mind, his hunger became clear. Standing, he moved slightly down the hall to a vending machine, he put in a few coins, selecting a bag of Peanut M&Ms, and he watched as they got stuck. He moved to the information desk, asking for some help - but getting none, sighing, he returned and looked over the machine again. The act was so monotonous, so dull, so in stark contrast to the horrible thoughts and fears which were filling him, but he longed for the monotony at that point, he refused to let fear take hold.

Sighing, he settled down in a seat again, a rather sudden exhaustion washing over him as he rested his head back, closing his eyes to rest them for however long, just needing some time to calm down, to try and not be terrified over Risa's fate.