Paris made her way down to the Hospital wing. Her ears were still ringing and her eyes feel like they were backing a oven. The blast she took to the face didn't feel so good. Her hair was sticking out at odd angles and she had plaster and soot from head to toe. The only thing really visible on her were her blood shot eyes and her teeth when she talked. She looked like a little chimney sweep. She would have to seriously rework that thing before she tried that again.

She took a seat in the waiting room. She couldn't hear a thing and all she saw was moving mouths and bright lights.