Jaime, open (317)
How it had happened, she wasn't sure. She'd wandered over to chat with Kaylee - not just because she thought it was the room Mal would be most likely to --
All right. That was exactly why she'd abandoned her own room in favor of Kaylee's. With a strange twist of disorientation, Jaime jerked awake as her Blackberry chimed the urgent ring. She picked it up, hoping it was a 'hey guys with guns come outside' sort of message.
She didn't like reading what she saw. Didn't like it at all. She glanced to the door and shook her head a few times before she looked at the other people in the room, her eyes wide with terror, because she thought she could hear things in the hotel. Jaime didn't dare ask herself where the reavers were. Because she didn't want to feel how many pulls there were, or how close they were. There might be fifty of them right outside the door.
She wrapped one arm around her middle, wished she was a stronger person (in just about any definition of the word) and she rocked slightly in the bed as she ached for some sign that Mal was fine. That Lily and Tyler were fine. That everyone was fine.
She wondered how they'd gotten in. She wondered how Lily knew. Lily had to be safe, at least for now, because she'd sent the message. But how had she known? Jaime swallowed hard a few times to keep down the nausea, and she stared at the door, and she listened, and she rocked.