(*cry* Oh nooooo ;-; )

Revilla had been fighting her episode for quite some time, and she finally came back to her senses when the announcements came on. She crawled out from under the table, standing up and looking around wildly.
On guard? Why would we be on guard if they took care of the person? This ain't making sense... I need to find Evan before I break down.
She started walking down the hall towards his room, and squinted when she saw something by his door. Why... Why was it open?

( Poor Revilla xd )

Two guards along with three cleaners were in the room, cleaning away at all of the distruction that had accured. A younger man said with a sigh, " I don't think Evan's going to make it, he looked pretty bashed up.. did you see the size of the giant gash on his side?? He looked like he might as well be dead as it is! " The man said, mopping blood from the floor.

Revilla heard those words, and her world stopped for a moment. Everything seemed to move slow as she took shuddering breaths, fear and dread all over her face. She walked closer to his room, daring herself to look.
"I-Is he..?" She choked out. "Where is he?!" She suddenly shouted, panic vivid throughout her entire appearance. She couldn't loose him. Revilla couldn't be alone. Tears were pouring down her face. Part of her was still irrational, and without thinking she marched up to the man who had said something, grabbing him by the front of the shirt.
"Where did they take him?!"

(Revilla.exe has stopped working.)

The man took pity on Revilla, he felt bad for her but also a little shocked she was being so forceful, he said while raising his hands in defense, " Hey now, no need to get rowdy! They took him to the medical ward, but they said he didn't have a steady pulse as it is so he might not even be there by the time you get there. " He said, a bit of fear in his eyes. The two guards were already glaring at Revilla, but they didn't seem to think she was a threat.

"No,no, its fine. I didnt mean it sarcasticaly, i actualy meant it."

Revilla gave a glance at the guards, and then back at the man, releasing his shirt slowly.
"T-Thank you." She said quietly, trying to keep her hysterics at bay. She turned around and then started running down the hall, tears streaming down her face at the fear of him dying without her being there. Please don't take him from me. I don't have anyone else. She begged silently in her mind as she dodged those in the hallways and arrived at the medical ward.

" O-Oh.. " She took a breath or relief, glad to know that she hadn't hurt him in anyway with her words. " I am sorry if I did say something wrong anyway. " She said with a sheepish grin, still feeling horrible about what she had done even if she hadn't done a thing wrong.

The medical ward was slightly a buzz, and there was a trail of blood to one of the rooms. A few noises could be heard, and then voices. " We're losing him! He is no longer giving a pulse, get the defibrillator ready! " The sound of the powerful machine being charged up could be heard, along with the words, " Clean! " When it was ready, followed by the sound of a gentle thud. It happened a few more times before there was silence.. deafening silence for a few minutes.. before they finally said, " We have a pulse again, keep him alive. "

Revilla stopped once she had seen the blood trail leading to one of the rooms, and she stared at the room and overheard the revival process.
"Please don't leave me." She whispered while a fountain of tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn't look at him. Not yet. Not if he died.
But what if he didn't live? Would they let her see him afte the died? Not this place. Revilla went up to the door, knocking frantically on it.

A nurse opened the door and looked at Revilla, " Yes? " The nurse asked, seeing the state she was in, the nurse assumed that she must've been friends with Evan, the doctors in the back were stitching, and cleaning wounds at the moment. There was muffled sounds of them talking, mostly about how they were surprised he didn't die from this.

Revilla took a glance behind her, and her stomach sunk.
"I-I" She began, staring at the floor. "I-Is he going to be alright? I mean- will he make it through the night? C-Can I see him when he's done?" She was desperately trying to appear calmer, but the way her hands were shaking said otherwise.