Who: Amber and James Wilson. Open to, among others, Gar Logan and Kate Pryde What: plot o' destruction Where: Kent Memorial Parking Garage When: After the collapse Warnings: None really. Other than massive cursing, most likely.
Amber sank down to the ground. Her phone wasn't working anymore. No more texts, calls, or internet posts. It was as if she were cut off by herself. James was still unconscious, though still alive and with good vital signs. She wasn't really as worried about him as she should have been. It was strange but she felt that he would be fine. No medical reasons, no outwards signs, just a feeling she had inside. Intuition, if you will.
As she wasn't much on believing in intuition, she chose to chalk it up to his good vital signs, the strong pulse in his leg even below where the beam had him pinned, and anything else she could pin it on. Sighing, she slid closer to him, draping her arm across his chest. She stroked his face tenderly, hoping he would wake up soon.