Festives always attracted a number of unkind ilk. Queens Ball. Season Of Four Winds Ship. Harvest Feast. It was the latter that she'd attended, and it was this seemingly humble event that led to her laying here in the bed of the hospital, recovering from mortal wound. Pain had always been part of her life -- but now it was worse in such a way that rendered her entirely useless to the world. To her Claw. It was immobilizing, this burning agony ripping her abdomen in half and her mechanical arm gone. Memory came in small sprockets, twisting the void of what last night seemed to be. There was flame and gunfire. There was her Claw, fighting tooth and nail. The order to remove one of the damaged rabble. Mass creature of seeming metal and brimstone design. It seemed invincible, though the rider... she was open to wounding. A cut of blade to her leg, witnessing her be blown about. Seeing the creature seem to go after retreating wounded. She has tries rushing for the womans back. To hop up onto the mount and stab with the snuck in short blade. Her progress halted however. The flank of that metal creature in her grasp -- and then she was suddenly dropped. Air forced from her lungs and her back slamming to the ground. Her breath was gone, nothing able to be felt. Then it was unholy horror. Everything hurt, her head screamed and she started choking on her own blood, filling her throat. Gurgling. A gun blast over and over --- her mechanical arm disconnected from the implant. Mind tried halting the flow of receptors. It was impossible. Focus gone, flying everywhere at once. And her only vision seemes to be blurring with black spots. Help. Help. Help. Hel--. Him. He was in her vision, his big eyes and bigger hat. Overwhelming smell of gunpowder that she was familiar with herself. The bane of her existance. Hunter of her ex-husband. For a moment she didn't see an enemy, she saw a hero. His fingers grabbing for the chandelier that had run her through. He was trying to free her. The sight of his arms flexing, trying expression on his face. Help, she wanted to choke out to him. No words came, and the seemingly still time was gone. Her vision faded and Alex was gone to the world. Her next memory being here. In the hospital. Slowly healing, not being allowed to move. Worn out gaze staring at all the nurses rushing to and fro for everyone involved. Someone needed to find him -- so she could thank him. Cole, wasn't it? Colt? @colt-jax-jackson @delocked