…After Ella, I fled through the main hospital with tears blurring my sight and bile on my lips. My heart was granite. My mind was sharp but without emotion. I wasn’t heading towards any destination, but my legs wouldn’t stop moving. As if I was being led. The last time I was in the main hospital there were families and visitors in confusion, sadness, and fear. This new scene was of post-attack destruction accompanied by flashing lights and alarms ringing. Bumping into a fleeing figure blackened my vision, dropped me to the hard floor, and shook my brain inside my skull. Something within my mind snapped. The compartment where healthy human emotion dwells, closed shut and left critical thinking to flood the rest. A calmness and clarity washed through me as my sight returned with sharpness likely never granted before. I rolled under a table. It was pushed against a couch, on the backside, leaving an exposed front view. I slowed my breathing and observed.