In the Hospital
After leaving the cafe May had made it downstairs to the Hospital without anyone stopping her. She needed to be doing something and as she had volunteered at the hospital for several weeks already, she pretty much knew the routine of things there. She paused to look at the girl on the cot. She had been covered with a light sheet. May knew that apart from making her as comfortable as possible, there wasn't much that could be done for a T-gun stun. They had to wait for her to wake up. She went to help with organizing some of the medicine and to roll up the never ending supply of bandages.
She thought she heard Mouse and Brady, but when she went to look they weren't there. Must have been an echo from their playing out in the main floor of the mall. She took several of the bandages and sat on the cot next to the girl. She apparently wasn't hurt in any other way. For she didn't see any other wounds. She wondered what level the stun had been on. How long would she be out? Had she been a part of the conflict? She set one after the other of the bandages aside. Nodding when one of the volunteers brought her more, her mind wandering. Was there anything she could do about these Colour Wars? If something wasn't done there would be more like this girl. Lots more. They had seen it before. Perhaps there was something she could do. Of all the MallRats there she knew the Game better than any of them. She knew how to play it. Could she use that to find out what was going on? Did she dare put herself in the middle of that again?
She thought she heard Mouse and Brady, but when she went to look they weren't there. Must have been an echo from their playing out in the main floor of the mall. She took several of the bandages and sat on the cot next to the girl. She apparently wasn't hurt in any other way. For she didn't see any other wounds. She wondered what level the stun had been on. How long would she be out? Had she been a part of the conflict? She set one after the other of the bandages aside. Nodding when one of the volunteers brought her more, her mind wandering. Was there anything she could do about these Colour Wars? If something wasn't done there would be more like this girl. Lots more. They had seen it before. Perhaps there was something she could do. Of all the MallRats there she knew the Game better than any of them. She knew how to play it. Could she use that to find out what was going on? Did she dare put herself in the middle of that again?