Panic turns to aggression

Lydia's eyes fluttered open as she began to stir lightly. Her head ached worse than she'd ever felt it before, causing little block spots to obscure her vision. She looked around for a moment and immediately knew where she was. "Where Finlay?" She groaned, almost too quiet for anyone around to hear. Irritation and confusion swarmed in her mind as she ripped off any tubes connected to her. She swung her feet over the edge of the bed, pressing a hand against her head firmly. Her feet hit the ground and she stood up, an almost fiery look in her eyes. The nurses and volunteers near by all stepped back, waiting for her to say or do something.
"Where is he?" Lydia said again, but her voice qas louder this time. She raked her hands through her messy hair, trying to accommodate the pain as she stumbled to the nearest door, ignoring the protests of the surrounding staff.

Johnathan, hearing the commotion, entered Lydia's with haste. "The Hell are you doing Lydia? Get back in he damn bed." He ordered. Silently, to himself, he prayed this wouldn't turn into a physical altercation. He'd wrestled the girl before... and lost.

Lydia, angered by the many sounds and lights, shoved Johnathan back out the door, almost causing him to lose his footing. "Where the Hell is he John?!" She shouted, panic settling in.