Chinatown - Hospital
[They'd been out of the line of fire (literally) long enough that she'd seen it on the tv in her room. Things coming down from the sky and attacking the city she was in. And of course she couldn't choose a door to be human in that didn't have alien invasions while she was still in the hospital. It had been several days since she was admitted, and with near-constant IVs, she was feeling much better. That wasn't too much of a stretch, though - most anything would be better than she was when she was pretty much carried through the door by Dr. Banner. She knew the hospital she'd been staying at was close to his lab - he'd said as much - and if her knowledge of the New York she knew in her own world carried over, the aliens (she recognized them in a distant sort of way) were getting closer. And quickly.
It wasn't long before they were there. And while they seemed more focused on looting, a building full of helpless people seemed to draw them as well. The fires started quickly enough, alarms sounding and flashing on every floor, urging evacuation. Even though that evacuation would send patients into the waiting arms of those who had set the fires - there wasn't much choice, in the end. There was no way to wait it out and hope for the best, and at a nurse's urging, she removed the IV from her arm (ow) and the nasal cannula that had been feeding her more oxygen to make up for the pneumonia still in her lungs, and slipped off the bed.
She gave a quick thought of thanks that her clothing was still in her room (black jeans and an oversized tshirt were better than a hospital gown when faced with aliens), but she had to make do with the hospital socks for her feet. Then it was the start of a still-breathless journey toward the ground floor, alarms blaring and blinking in the stairwells (and wouldn't it be perfect for the exit to be blocked at the bottom - but with the way people were moving, she was pretty certain it was still open). Two floors down and one to go, breath rattling and stabbing in her lungs, a nurse looked out the stairwell door and thrust something into her arms with a quick "Go! Get her out!" before turning back. She froze for a moment, looking down at the blue eyes of the newborn in her arms, and swore softly to herself in a language not many would still recognize.
Carrying a baby was even more exertion that her body didn't need, but there was no way she could abandon her. She she did her best to keep putting one foot in front of the other until she heard new screams over the blare of alarms and then the slam of the outer exit door as someone pulled it closed with desperate strength. With that escape barred, people began to panic, and it took even more effort for her to push past, ignoring the wheezing when she tried to raise her voice for the people near the door.] This way!
[She kept walking down - that last set of stairs to the basement. There was always another route out of a hospital. People blinked and some balked as she pushed through the door to the morgue, but she knew there would be another door there - a way for funeral homes to pick up the deceased. It emptied out into a alley behind the building, surprisingly quiet and alien-free. She waved people out as she sat on a nearby stool for just a moment, baby still in her arms. Just long enough to catch her breath and hope the hospital didn't burn down around her. Just long enough to wish that she could actually do something instead of sit there in a body that felt more than fragile. Just long enough to wonder if any of those brightly colored superheroes were in the neighborhood.]