#tcg14

[nickburkhxrdt1]

:: Okay - | D14

- Coast is clear. Let's go. 

[luxcxssidy1]

:: Medical Evac | D14

W-we need t-to go... C-Can anyone help th-the people wh-who can't stand up yet? W-We need t-to move 'em first... 

[lineofobscurity]

...Hello? Um, yeah, so I found that IV the hard way...someone wanna put it back in? I think there were painkillers in there, the good stuff, and now I'm feeling things I really don't want to feel.

Whoa, is that my voice? Water would be nice too. Oh, and where am I? Judging by all the effort put into keeping me alive, you definitely don't want me dead. Also, I have a craving for pineapple. Don't know why, I just want it.

And it would be nice to know where I am kay thnx bai.

[nickburkhxrdt1]

:: Awakening | D14 (medical) |

[ Nick began to move in the confines of the hospital bed, which was positioned so that he was half sitting to take off the pressure on his ribs.

3 bruised ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a minor concussion, the doctor had diagnosed upon Nick's arrival and consultation. But Nick hadn't felt them with his adrenaline coursing through when he was trying to get Amy out.

It was a blur transferring from the hovercraft to the medical ward he was in now.

He remembered holding Amy's hand on the flight, his consciousness wavering throughout after the confrontation with her werewolf friend left him one arm down (something he didn't let onto as he allowed the doctor to carry her onto the hovercraft when it was all over). Then the next thing he knew, he was waking up in the middle of an examination, and made to defend himself on instinct until he'd seen Amy through the gap of the doctor and two nurses assisting him.

That had been a day - maybe days - ago? 

His shoulder was now immobilized, his ribs strapped (with the injuries in plain view as they'd had to cut his shirt off when he arrived), his headache was now a mere niggle at the back of his mind and he was disorientated.

His eyes shot open.]

              - A-Amy?

[thatgirlfromfour]

Training Room | D14 | Open

[Aria smiled, admiring the skill of the shooter. The way they held the bow and the speed at which they drew the arrows back, hitting the targets every time. She approached them when it seemed as though they had finished.]I’m impressed. Mind telling me where you learned to shoot like that? 

[thatgirlfromfour]

I'm not moving an inch until someone tells me exactly where I am, and how I got here.

[james---kirk-blog]

...Where am I?

[marvelvanderbilt]

Can't fucking take this sitting around and waiting. I'm gonna lose it sooner than later.