She had been searching the hospital for hours, knowing that with every passing second, the chances of finding the young girl were becoming more bleak and hopeless. It had to be nearly dawn by now and the soldier could be anywhere, more backup and resources arriving with the coming of day, allowing him to have taken trucks, motorbikes, or even a hijacked car if he truly wanted to get away. Most likely, he had wanted her dead though, and Daia was starting to look for a small, pale body, rather than muffled cries for help or a sudden thump as either objects and body made contact. She still jumped at the ready whenever such sounds were heard, but they most often concluded with her finding a clumsy nurse and a child crying out in pain at some form of an incision. Still, she would not break and by this point her legs are burning from her nightly running without stop. Even before she had entered the underground tunnels, she had been fleeing a scene of destruction, and her body was deciding that it was time that the pains of exhaustion took their toll on her. Since leaving Ryu, she had thus far not seen him and hoped it was a sign that he had stayed behind while the doctors took care of him.
Daia pushed open the door of the fire escape staircase, feeling the cool wash off air as the hospital's air-con system blew over her face, in comparison to the sickly heat of the stairs. It was quite refreshing, until the stench of urine and blood came into the mix, and heronce again she remembered where she was and her task. She began to run. This was her second time searching throughout the entire building, one level at a time, soon to be the third if she didn't find anything on this floor or the one below her, the first floor. She refrained from using the luxury of the lifts on the off chance that the girl has been left on the rarely used stairs. Level Two was the maternity and delivery wards. Loud, cluttered, filled with screaming, and the perfect place to tuck away one more member of society from view. Her nose wrinkled and her head momentarily drooped in weariness, eyes fluttering shut before her entire body snapped back to consciousness, quickening her pace considerably as she passed by the consultant's office for new mothers. A stuttering, panicked scream for help, coming out in short bit that constructed a sentence would have seemed normal in the midst of all this chaos that was tightly packed within the floor, but something something off. Perhaps it was only her mind playing tricks, but Daia could have almost sworn that the voice belonged to Kiyra. The very possibility sent a wave of energy through her as she grasped the handle, jerking it violently, only to discover it's being locked. A cuss came from the young woman. With her newly found adrenaline, she brought her foot up into the air, landing heavily against the knob repeatedly, willing it to snap or break off completely. Several solid kicked against the thick wood shortly followed until the lock cracked and the door reluctantly opened with a sigh.
She raised a hand to her mouth and nose at the smell of freshly spilled bowels and bladder that belonged to the remains of the dead, American soldier. Pieces of him were everywhere, intestines and major arteries splayed across the room at random intervals. Blood coating the floor like a slippery sheen of red wax. Her stomach churned at the image, eyes darting from one corner to the next, before landing on the small, fragile girl who have broken down into hysterics, that was Kiyra. Her hands seem to be trying to rip through her tender flesh at her wrists and neck, not strong enough to tear it indefinitely but was enough effort... Pointedly ignoring the scene of gore and ripped through limbs of the man, Daia went over to the girl, stepping over the intestines that were pooling around her tiny frame, and gently restrained her arms from behind, pinning them to her sides. "Kiyra, stop," she stated firmly, but not unkindly. "Ryu is upstairs waiting for you. Do you know how worried he is right now? Do you? You need to calm down if we're going to go up and see him." She crossed her legs over and around those of the young girl so that it would be difficult for her to thrash around, should she come to do so. Laying her chin on top of the girl's head, between the cat ears, helped to keep her head still. Their peculiar, twitching behavior showed well enough that they were very real, and required Daia to bite down firmly on the tender insides of her cheek to keep from losing it herself. What had happened to her?
