Ow. My pride.

They say all good things, must come to some kinda ending...

But enough quoting Christian Kane. This was serious.

For Ashley, it really didn't mean the end. More like...a slight interruption. But the pain in her head and her chest eventually became too much to ignore. She was on her way to show Bentley her new motorcycle (freshly stolen, of course) when the pain had hit. She passed it off as a headache, but by the time she was in front of the ballerina's house the small headache had turned into a full blown migraine that threatened to make her head fall off. Or something.

Her only recourse were two places (since a hospital was out of the question for her); Sanctuary or the Mansion. Sanctuary was out because she still had a sore spot for Isabel. Mansion...well, The Doc was okay in her book, as he took care of her gunshot wound that those cops had stupidly gave her in a matter of seconds, so maybe this migraine thing would be a cinch for him. She turned her motorcycle around, slightly regretting putting on her catsuit so soon after getting it. It wasn't broken in at all and while it still protected her, it'd be a bitch to get out of if The Doc asked her to.

She almost crashed her bike twice on the way to the Mansion, her vision blurring a few times as the pain began to get more intense. Still, as she asked for The Doc (and Andrew for good measure) when she got to security, they let her in. Why they looked slightly panicked (though in that oddly professional manners guards tend to have) when she lifted the visor of her full helmet was beyond her, but she didn't pay it any mind either. She drove up to the Mansion as steadily as she could, eventually stopping by the front entryway and getting off before collapsing to her knees.

She pulled off her helmet and winced as suddenly the noise all around her became louder then she thought possible. Her helmet had protected her against the noise, muffled it but now it was as clear as day. She covered her ears, gritting her teeth as the sudden noise attack was replaced by the pounding of her own blood...blood that was now spilling on the concrete. She narrowed her eyes, feeling the liquid roll down her cheeks and, taking a hand away form her ear, wiped the liquid away...and noticing it was blood, as well as the blood that was already on her glove.

Well...bleeding from your eyes and ears. Not a good sign.

Therefore she wasn't surprised when she coughed, sending the red liquid splattering all over the ground. She let her body get it all out before getting a knee up to get to her feet...but falling forward on her face. She couldn't move a muscle, and her body was refusing to move. She couldn't hear anything but the rushing of her own blood and she couldn't move anything. She felt paralyzed, and it then that she decided that panicking was probably a good idea.

But her mind decided that shutting down would be the best next move, and Ashley fell to unconsciousness, her last thought that of hoping that whoever found her would be there to help, and not something more...sinister.