[Another outpouring of madness, and another flood of patients coming in gibbering of things that weren't real. For a medic, the madness floods happened constantly, or it felt like it anyway. Still, with Calming Wavelength agents in action, the hospitals were at least safer places until the battle calms down.]

[Lezard lie in wait while he administered sedatives, dismissed nurses and fellow medics on breaks. He was a Deathscythe... surely Death himself - he'd thought the creature was dead, but one supposed you could not kill the aspect - would call upon his magic if needed. Instead he heard a frantic voice and excused himself from his colleagues, moving immediately to find his Meister.]

[The Witch was met with an eye of scrutiny. She'd walked the dangerous streets without thought again, hadn't she?]

Are you harmed? The television broadcasts urged everyone to stay inside unless absolutely necessary or until urged otherwise.