Gershwin looked down at Cody and the Agent. The room looked fairly small from her angle but it promised security and safety for the time being. She heard the request to look for water... but she would not budge. She was still in pain and her powers were still unbearably insistent. She turned to look at the wall which had the face of the door. It would be [i]soooo easy....[/i] to just walk out and wait for the search team... it would make her [i]feel so gooooooooddddddddd...[/i]

She snapped out of it. She turned back and walked down the stairs. Her hands were pressed to the sides of the staircase and she barely managed to make herself in before the floor panels slid back shut, hiding them from sight and sound.

Cody's luminescent ambiance shone throughout the room, and Gershwin searched for a switch on the wall to turn on the lights. She flipped a switch and the hum of generators reverberated throughout the tiny room. There was a gentle rattle which faded into nothing as the light-blue lights filled the room and fresh air was pumped into the bunker. It was a modern hideout for sure, but she should also give credit to world war survivalists for thinking with extreme foresight. 

She looked at the supply stock at the cupboards that seemed endless. She reached for a bottle of water and without crushing it completely she handed it to Caits. Gershwin stared at Cody intently before making a conscious decision to knock herself out. In a med-kit just nearby, she took out the morphine and several sedatives. She chucked half of the bottle and injected herself. Gershwin placed the med-kit to Caits' side and right then and there she passed out on the floor. She figured Cody was well enough to care for them both, but this was a selfless choice; it would have been like locking a deranged animal in a cage with its prey.