[b][color=#7270db]"Ungh.  Am I gonna get to sleep at all tonight?"[/color][/b]  Wolf's voice came muffled through the door as she slapped something rhythmically against her steel palm.  After a few minutes of struggle and swearing she jammed something with the crinkle of thin plastic in her pocket, lifted an object to her mouth, and struck a match in a fluid motion.

[b]"U-uh..."[/b]

[b][color=#7270db]"Fuck off, I'm under a vent,"[/color][/b] she quipped tersely.

[b]"What?  No, the patient's neural activity is picking up.  She's coming to."[/b]

[b][color=#7270db]"Oh.  Fuck, I'm sorry.  It's been a long day,"[/color][/b] she muttered, and exhaled a tired sigh.  [b][color=#7270db]"Status?"[/color][/b]

[b]"Escalating neural activity.  Still no vitals.  No heartbeat.  No respiration."[/b]

[b][color=#7270db]"It's not the [i]weirdest[/i] thing I've run into... but it's pretty damn weird.  How's Jade?"[/color][/b]  Asked Wolf with a note of concern, and another deep sigh.

[b]"Stable again.  If she hadn't..."[/b]

[b][color=#7270db]"Yeah, we'd have [i]all[/i] been fucked.  I know."[/color][/b]

[b]"Oh.  Wait a tick... this says her bed is empty."[/b]

[b][color=#7270db]"Oh God Damnit!  Somebody find her before she melts her stupid brain doing something else reckless!"[/color][/b]  The sound of running footsteps echoed from outside the door, and Wolf lingered for a moment longer to swear under her breath.  [b][color=#7270db]"Everyone is going to rest and recover today if it fucking kills me, I swear,"[/color][/b] she muttered, stomping down the hall in the opposite direction.

For a few long minutes everything was silent in Jemma's infirmary room, and then the air stirred.  A weight flopped onto the end of Jemma's bed.  A weight attached to a girl, who was smoothing out her rumpled, sandy blonde hair and tying it back out of her eyes.  Her skin was pale, and stained with ruddy crimson streaks down her cheeks where she'd either been crying or bleeding... or both.  She had been cleaned up recently, but there was still dried blood residue at the corners of her mouth, ringing her nostrils and collected in her ears.  She met Jemma's eyes with her own vivid green ones for a long time, chewing on her bottom lip in apprehensive thought.

A pile of neatly folded, recently cleaned laundry was tossed onto Jemma's abdomen, and the girl snarfled loudly, rubbing her nose on the back of her arm and leaving a red streak on her skin.  She tried to rub it off with an expression of mild annoyance before returning her attention back to Jemma.

[b][color=bc8dbf]"Hey.  Um... I'm Jade.  Are...?  I brought you some clothes.  And a drink,"[/color][/b] she explained, opening a bottle of water absently and chugging half of it.  [b][color=bc8dbf]"Awwww... shit, I'll get you another one.  My head is... a little melty,"[/color][/b] grunted Jade, trying awkwardly to find a place to put the half emptied bottle before she chugged the remains.  She threw the bottle haphazardly across the room, and a gust of air carried it smoothly into a chute labeled with the recycling icon.  Her eyes and head dipped for a moment before she jolted back to alertness and jumped off the bed.

[b][color=bc8dbf]"Right... what was I doing?"[/color][/b]  Jade paced across the room for a moment before ending up over Jemma, peering down curiously.  [b][color=bc8dbf]"Are you a zombie?  If you're a zombie... and I ask about it?  Don't lie, 'niether.  I'm psychic,"[/color][/b] Jade informed, with a note of suspicion.