Aurion didn't both slowing when he turned banked left on the street. With a short hop he went over the car that was currently turning towards him, the driver gaped as Aurion's green body seemed to fly over the hood and over the car. The jump had forced him to dig into the street when he landed to keep from being thrown off balance and rolling. It only slowed him a little, to the normal speed of traffic in the city.

Seeing his destination a few blocks ahead, Aurion put his head down, tail straight out behind him, and thundered down the middle of the street, the claws of all four limbs gripping the asphalt as he propelled himself forward faster than the cars moved, on this stretch of road at least.

Aurion reached the automatic sliding doors, grabbed them and muscled them open, probably breaking them in the process. Why? Because they were moving too slow for him. That action caused the hospital security, who was right next to the door, to jump out of their little hideaway. When he did it again to the second set of doors he found himself facing three security guards, one of which was calling for others.

Glancing down he saw the one in front with his hand resting on his gun, the other two were doing the same. "Oh that's smart." He said in a bored tone. The two in back flicked glances at each other unsure what Aurion meant.

"...Sir." The first one said hesitantly, "I'm going to ask you to leave, peacefu-"

Stepping forward. "What? This hospital doesn't treat mutants? Well?"

"Of course it-"

"Then what's your problem? Hmm? Oh wait. You're with the others right? Who beat on defenseless mutants right?" Aurion began growling. "Get off on breaking their wings! Kicking'em in the face!" Aurion came even closer to the three men, he saw more coming down the hall.

The one in front pulled his gun, "Do-" The man didn't get to finish before Aurion had his hand wrapped around the officer's hands. He slid his thumb claw over the officer's index finger and pulled the trigger, once, twice, three, five, nine, twelve times. The gun wasn't empty but the security officers, even the ones who had come to aid the others, looked at Aurion. The 12 rounds lay on the floor smashed.

Aurion tore the gun from the man's hand and tore it apart, literally. None of them moved as Aurion stepped through them, pushing them aside as he did. It might have been because of what he had just done or what he had said, either way they just watched the giant mutant for a moment as he moved to the information counter.

As one they seemed to come to their senses again, "You can't just barge in like this!" "We can't let you in." "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"You're going to stop me?" He said almost purring as his tail lashes out, caught the woman behind the desk, wrapped around her, fin pressing against her neck. "In a hospital like this," He said in a low voice as he looked around as if taking a mental count, "How many innocent, defenseless humans are here? Hmm? Do you want to be the cause of what will happen to them if keep me from seeing my friend?"

It was clear that they did not want to push their luck, the mutant in front of them seemed a bit unstable, but if he was talking about who they thought he was, they couldn't really blame him. Of course they knew about the incident, they had been briefed about it and about something like this as well. It had been reckless to pull the gun, but human instinct and the want to deter the mutant from his current course had forced their hands.

The officers seemed to have a silent conversation going on between them for a few moments. One of them tilted his head towards the street where red and blue lights could be seen flashing. "Cr~a~p." Another said as he looked. This prompted Aurion to glance as well, then he began growling as he tail constricted the woman causing her to whimper from pain, she was trying hard not to freak out, thinking it would only make things worse.

"Whoah! Big guy chill! Chill!" One of the officers, a woman apparently, Aurion noticed this after she had held her hands up at him, then turned and walked towards the entrance. Another spoke up, "We'll deal with them okay? Just don't...do anything, okay? We don't want anyone getting hurt, human or mutant."

The officer who's gun Aurion had broken was left with Aurion as the others went to deal withe the police. He looked at the woman in Aurion's tail, "Just let Jean go and she'll help you find your friend okay?" The woman, Jean, nodded and made a slight sound that could be taken for a positive.

When she was released the man went to her to make sure she was okay before she told Aurion what he needed to know. "Go, quick." The officer said. Aurion didn't wait. He went to the stairs and took each flight in a single 'step'. That made his chest hurt, and as he reached the correct floor, he ran a hand over his chest. He could feel the lump where the bullets had hit. It had been close range basically the same spot. At best he was really badly bruised under the scales, at worst he might have a cracked rib.

As he opened the door and saw a hall his mind refocused and the pain subsided a bit. He tried to read the signs and figure out where Gina was, but he was confused by the first one he saw, the second and third ones were no better help. By the time he saw another he had given up and moved to the information counter.

"Can I help yo-" The woman stopped mid sentence and stared. She wasn't scared or intimidated, much, she was mostly surprised. "Ahh...help you?" She said recovering. It almost brought a slight smile to Aurion's face, almost.

"I'm looking for someone, she's on this floor. Your signs are confusing." The woman gave a brief, 'heh' with a tilt of her head indicating she knew what he meant. She also had a suspicion who he was looking for, but to not be presumptuous, she listened. "Short," He indicated height with his hand above the ground, "Pretty, uh...brown hair, 'bout this long." Again he used his hand, "Gray skin, two horns, and uh..," He did not want to say 'wings', the memory of those officers beating on her wings flashed through his head.

"Ms. Schuyler. She's actually right in that room." 'Schuyler?' He hadn't known her last name, he'd try to remember it though. She pointed and Aurion looked. The room was less than 15ft from where he stood, door open, so if she had been awake, she could have heard him.

Without saying anything else he turned, took a few long steps to the room and stopped. He was just out of view, his tail twitched nervously. The woman at the desk saw him hesitate and wasn't sure what to do, she felt for the guy. She was one of the rare humans who actually cared about mutants, seeing no difference between them and humans.

Aurion opened and closed his mouth a couple times before licking his lips, even though he had no need to, then knocked on the door frame. "Gina?" He said her name softly as he actually moved to enter the room.

Gina was asleep. Then again, Gina was sleeping a lot these days. They were keeping her well-medicated, well enough for the injuries, anyways. Finally, a zoologist appeared and did what they could for her wings, which were bandaged, but shaped how they were supposed to. Some of the shallower bruises had faded, while the deeper ones still flowered out beautifully against the grey flesh. The cuts were still there, though, and well-bandaged.

But finally, the gargoyle had afforded some sleep. Most everyone who’d intended on visiting her had come, the doctors that came in and out of the room now did so less frequently… she was really just waiting to be released. Gina had been sleeping lightly, for when she slept deeply, it was fitfully so. The beat-down from the police officers had left its mark, not only on her body, but upon her mind. Whenever she slept deeply enough, she saw visions of lion-headed officers, beating her with batons, leveling their guns at her, driving after her and trying to run her over, even when she took to the sky… They were always hurting or killing her in some other creative way, and she never escaped.

She stirred at the knocking, sleepy brown eyes trailing towards the door. This wasn’t a safe place. This was neutral ground, anyone’s territory. Deep sleep meant exposing yourself to attacks. Gina couldn’t afford it. Whoever it was called her name out before entering in, the door swinging out as they entered. Gina couldn’t see them, but she sat up, stiffly attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes. The voice sounded familiar, yet at the same time, she couldn’t place how she knew it. She just… did.

“I’m over here,” the gargoyle rasped, sleep still thick in her voice. She cleared her throat, reached for a water bottle, and took a swig. When she lifted her gaze, a familiar form was occupying the entryway. His appearance was striking and unforgettable, but a clumsy tongue couldn’t recall his name. Gina blamed the pain medications. They made everything foggy.

“Hey,” Gina breathed, smiling. The water had helped to clear her throat, “I wasn’t… expecting you, Aurion. Good to see you.”

There, that was his name. Aurion. She remembered, now. If she were any more lucid, Gina would have inquired as to how he’d found her, but for now, she would just appreciate the fact that he was here. She extended an arm and gestured for him to come over, holding the arm out once she’d done so, “Come here, let me give you a hug. Hope you don’t mind the pajamas. Or the hair. I usually make an effort to be more presentable.”

Gina smiled and laughed. There was good reason why she looked so disorganized. But, considering her mindset, her injuries were the least of her concerns. She was more concerned with how presentable she was.

To be completely honest, Gina didn't look as bad as Aurion's mind had thought she would. It was a case of imagination making things out to be worse than they actually were. But not by much, he thought as his eyes fell on her wings. If Aurion wore a hat, or had one with him he'd be twisting and wrenching on it with his hands. He didn't like hospitals and he liked Gina being in one even less. Even though she wasn't as bad as he imagined, she still looked like..well, like she'd been beaten to a pulp.

He had sort of misplaced his voice when he saw her, but when she reached for her water he moved without thinking and tried to get it for her. He was too far to do it of course but he had tried. "I -uh- didn't expect to be here. I thought you'd be at the Mansion. I went there first when I saw..ya know..." Aurion trailed off and looked away from Gina for a moment as images from the video flashed in his memory.

When he looked back she had her arm out, gesturing for him to come closer. The hug was rather light and weak on his end, that wasn't unusual, all physical contact he had with people was that way so as not to hurt them, but this was even lighter than that. She was already hurt, he didn't want to accidentally hurt her more or make anything worse. A disbelieving 'Heh' escaped him when he pulled away. "What? You're worried about that," He motioned to her pj's before brushing his hand lightly over her hair, "When you've just been through...." Aurion's face darkened a bit, 'They should worry about being presentable in their caskets.'

"You doing okay? I mean...." 'Of course she isn't moron! Who the hell would be after that?! Were you? I didn't think so.' "They," He nearly spat the word out, "Treating you okay? "Why didn't you tell anyone where you were??" Aurion's tail fin was moving around agitatedly, he was doing his best not to yell. He was upset, mostly at the police who did it, humans in general, and a little bit at Gina because she hadn't told anyone.

Most of the injuries were internal, thankfully. Gina shook her head as Aurion shakily announced that he went to the Mansion, first.

“The ambulance wouldn’t take me back to school,” she murmured, rubbing her head, “Something about… not having the resources to treat me-“ this made her laugh, “Apparently, having a mutant with healing powers wasn’t good enough for them.”

Gina enfolded Aurion in a hug, in which Aurion was very, very careful. The grey girl patted his shoulder and smiled as she released him. Aurion sounded disbelieving when Gina voiced her concerns, gesturing to her pajamas before patting her hair back. Gina smiled and laughed, her hand petting Aurion’s lightly. She was wholly unaware of his dark train of thought. She was simply glad to see him.

“Of course I’m worried about that,” Gina retorted, as if Aurion was ridiculous to think that she wouldn’t be. Then, Aurion went on rambling again. Asking if she was okay, if she was being treated well. Things she’d been asked a thousand times. Gina developed a seemingly unfocused look, her gaze drifting from his face, to her lap, and back to his face again. There was a confused pause, before the gargoyle answered him.

“I’m okay, now that I’m here,” Gina replied, nodding her head, “They are treating me well, and have me on good meds. They mess with my head, but they keep me comfy.”

Then came the crucial question—why she hadn’t said anything to anyone about where she was. Gina rubbed her head and frowned, her brows stitching, “I didn’t want anyone to worry… I mean, I got shot earlier this year… I figured… if something else happened… and people knew, they wouldn’t let me leave the grounds.”

Her hands knotted in the loose knit blanket, balling and unballing her fists.

“It was an accident,” Gina sighed, “I didn’t expect to become an internet sensation.”

She just wanted to forget about it. Wanted the world to forget about it. But, who knew how long internet sensationalism lasted? How long would the dreams persist? She wouldn’t be able to forget. The gargoyle bit her lip, her shoulders tightening. She seemed to be on the verge of crying.

“I didn’t ask for this,” she huffed, starting to shiver from the effort of keeping everything in, “Cops are supposed to keep you safe from bad people, not attack good people.”