Owen frowned. For once, he kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word. Oh he was angry, but what could he do? He had no weapons on him. Who thought he'd need a gun at a fuckin' hospital. And without Jack, or backup, they didn't really have a lot of options. He was trained for this. He had to be calm, since they sure weren't.
He sighed. He was glad at least Lyssa wasn't there to witness all this. She made hormones look like a bad acid trip. Suddenly, he began to see images. It was the same images he had been having nightmares about for ages now. They were brief, like some bloody movie montage, but he saw them. He closed his eyes, shaking his head, hands still up beside him. And he got scared from everything he saw.