@usernameazrael gets a starter
Padme stood in the hall, biting her nails and leaning against her IV stand. She wasn’t supposed to have left her bed, so when she heard a sound--footsteps in her direction--she quickly made to dart into the nearest hospital room. But it wasn’t another npc doctor or nurse with their buzzing questions and their fretting; it was Azrael, looking just as beat up as she was, but standing strong. “Oh thank God,” Padme said, hurrying forward and wrapping her arms around the woman in a hug. She didn’t care that they’d hardly ever spoken before, that they barely knew each other. They were both Catalyst, and they were both alive, and that was enough. Achilles had told him enough about the woman--Padme knew how close they were.
“The nurses kick me out t every few minutes,” she said, gesturing at the door behind her--Achilles’ room. “I’ll sneak back in in a minute. He’s sleeping. Are you okay?”
