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[center][sup]The Parking Lot[/sup][/center]

Hector had a spare helmet from his Boxing nonsense laying around, right? Because, as Mariah staggered into the parking lot, she figured that she should just start wearing it, whenever the Coven went anywhere. Max had met her very conveniently with his car down the street from The Dollhouse. Maybe it was the fact she looked like she'd dived into a pool-- the fact shed had trouble even grabbing the car handle-- or perhaps it was her downcast body language, but Max hadn't said a word when she climbed into the back seat.

He'd very conveniently, again, brought a gym bag with clothes in it for her to change. In the light of police cruisers, Mariah started getting dressed in the back seat in silence, as pain caused her vision to blur, and she ended up puking out the window. 

"You're going to the hospital," Maxi told her, putting the car into gear. "Meeting," was all she managed to mumble coherently. That earned a wordless grunt of anger from Maxwell, but she was already out the door, and headed for the parking lot.

So this is how she came walking up, in the middle of Maya and Emily yelling at Penny, dressed in a track suit. Wordlessly, she plopped down next to Isla, and would have prayed to the god of Head Trauma to keep her conscious, if shed had any ability to focus. This was worse than the horse. All she recalled was walking down the stairs after Kimberly in the club and then a blackness took out anything that happened next. 

[b]"She didnt make it."[/b]

Floating to her clearly through her concussed haze, Mariah turned her attention toward the DENS-- when did they get here? Who were they talking about? Mariah looked at the group-- who was missing? She squinted as she looked again-- counted again in a harsh whisper under her breath-- who didn't make it? Her head was pounding as the lights seemed too bright, as she counted again she bit her lip-- who? Why was it so hard to focus? Where was Claudette? 

No no, she was here with them, wasn't she? Damn concussion. As her eyes overflowed with tears, Mariah looked around the group and counted again, finding it hard to focus-- damn concussion. A sob left her. 
Who? No. 
Not Claudette-- Mariah counted again