Med student turned field medic. Holding onto my faith even in the darkest of times. @2ndMassHal is my someday. [[Literate Falling Skies RP]] #HadesForever
@2ndMassHal ~gently from his and move to the front of the bus, leaning in to talk to Anne. She’s watching the mirrors, she thinks we’ll lose them. But it doesn’t change the fact that they’re closing in on us again. Like Fitchburg. The thought makes me shudder as I head back to Hal.} We’re~
@2ndMassHal {Hal’s hand in mine almost makes me smile, but I can still hear yelling and gunfire outside so I close my eyes. It’s been over a year of this, and I still can’t get used to it or banish memories of the first attack from my mind.} Stay here, okay? I’m serious. {I pull my hand~
@2ndMassHal ~unconscious. {Okay, shut up Lourdes you’re saying too much. I clear my throat, then dip my head a little.} Anyway, you should still re- {Before I can finish the word, The bus rocks violently as an explosion sounds far too close. I feel my body stiffen at the sound of mech~
@2ndMassHal Well...good. {I pause a second before pushing his hair back from his forehead and pressing my lips softly there for a quick moment.} Maybe you’re right, I’m just worried. I can’t help it. You’re probably my closest friend, Hal. I was freaking out when they brought you in~
@2ndMassHal ~makes any sense. I also can’t help noticing something else in his eyes as he’s looking at me. I’m positive /that/ wasn’t there before.} Do you feel sick at all?
@2ndMassHal Very strange. {I frown a little, pressing a hand to his forehead gently.} I don’t like that you have holes in your memory. Possible damage to parts of your brain... {I trail off as I meet his eyes, which look far too alert and attentive considering his condition. None of it~
@2ndMassHal ~a little bit, but I think you’ll pull through. Definitely a concussion, though. Which explains the confusion. {Offers him a slight smile, holding on tighter as we hit a bump and I nearly fall into him.} Sorry...
@2ndMassHal ~to land him here.} Oh! You asked what happened. It, um...well. You were on a supply run with Maggie and a few others, but you ran into some skitters on the way back. From what I hear, you were pretty heroic until one knocked you off your bike and into a wall. Had me worried for~
@2ndMassHal ~to help. I’m hurrying back onto the med bus just as the caravan starts to move, finding a spot to hold onto where I can crouch down next to Hal, who is still awake and staring at me with an unreadable expression. Then I realize I never answered his question about what happened~
@2ndMassHal Yeah, I’m getting Ben. Stay, okay? {I ruffle my fingers gently through his hair before hurrying off the med bus in search of Ben. It doesn’t take me long to find him. He asks after Hal first, which makes it easy for me to explain what I need him to do and he is more than willing~
@2ndMassHal ~side of his head, sliding carefully over the bump that formed there and I let out another sigh.} Maybe you should rest, I can go find Ben and he can help...
@2ndMassHal {I let out a sigh before patiently repeating myself.} Captain Weaver. He’s looking for you. It’s time to move out, and he needs your help strategizing. Seriously Hal, are you okay? You must have hit your head harder than I thought last night... {My fingers probe gently along the~