Originally Posted by Rubinaito
Belle gazed up at Rage, not understanding what was going on for a moment- just a moment- before raising a hand to her face and flicking off the blood splattered on her cheek. She gazed up at Rage silently, raising her hands and cupping his face in her own and sitting up. Despite Rage being larger than her, she moved him to a spot where she could begin doing everything she possibly could to help him. She didn't take out the large shard- not yet. Rather, she set to work inspecting the damage, her hands soft and gentle as she looked around the shard to judge where it had hit. Given that Rage had thrown up a slight amount of blood, it had likely grazed his stomach- something that she could fix. However, she needed to get him to a proper medical table to hook him up to life machines to keep him stable while she operated. Whisking out her communicator, she typed in a message to Tord and Aziz explaining the situation- having yet to notice that her own stomach had been sliced into by the huge shard, and was suffering the same problem as Rage (although it was a little less severe). Furthermore, she had yet to understand that the shard had barely missed a crucial part of her- the place where she was carrying a child, only two weeks into the pregnancy and had yet to know that she was expecting (which she would find out upon healing herself).
Santiago groaned, hearing Aspen's voice echo in his head which throbbed and pounded with pain. He raised a hand, twitching the fingers ever so slightly to ensure he still had basic motor functions in at least his arms before opening his eyes to look up at the dark space above him. He was buried beneath several beams and crushed walls, stuck in the hollow bubble with his legs both pinned beneath a chair and his chest pressing against the top of the small dome. It was hard to breathe, although Santiago could feel a faint breeze- he was, luckily, receiving fresh air. He tried turning his head only for his headache to increase in response. Softly swearing under his breath, Santiago quit attempting to move and cleared his throat. "Under here, Aspen." He called as loud as he could so that some fragment of his voice could reach outside the pile. Santiago didn't seem to be injured other than a concussion, and he made sure to keep his eyes open just in case.
Sage stared out at the ship, the screech hardly fazing him. He hadn't moved from his spot despite the crash, and didn't even look bruised. "Find the others, and we'll head out." He said simply, turning and walking to the front where he gazed out at the landing dock, watching for signs of one of the... infected.
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