<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Kira Planckard</span><br/>Angel</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/7c8c2c15-5d51-48b3-b990-7287bc6021b5_zps68dfa9fd.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Kira was dying or at least she wished she was. The past hours she had cursed herself for being such an idiot to go on this trip. She had imagined some nice time with Carine, being all alone with her and she had even brought some of her drugs and some toys with her...and all she got was puking until the last drop had left her stomach. But even then the retching didn't stop, just that nothing came out of her anymore. It had been a horror trip and Carine wanted to go on, wanted to travel through the night. She would be definitely a wreck when she arrived at the princess.  <br/><br/>Kira was more tottering than walking straight, when she walked the few steps to one of the legs of the hexapod, steadying herself there when another wave of dry retching made her bend over. Her whole body was hurting and she wanted only to take some sleeping drugs and be gone. The doctors of the rescue mission had surrounded her and they were speaking so quick, that she couldn't follow them. With a last effort she managed something like a little bit of authority.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"STOP!!! Who's your leader?"</span><br/><br/>A doctor in his mid-fifties made a step forward. Kira remembered that she had seen him before in the hospital. He was an expert on poison and wounds caused by animals. Well, that made sense if you had someone injured on a hunting trip.<br/><span style="color: #80FF00"><br/>"That's me, Doctor Planckard. I am Doctor Stevens and this is my expert group. All specialised on hunting accidents. We are a little bit surprised to see you out there. It is unusual to have a surgeon and drug expert with a rescue mission."</span><br/><br/>Hah, if that guy knew what Kira knew. But she just nodded weakly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Yeah and you can believe me the past hours had made me wonder about this too. But I had been one of the surgeons of the Princess earlier and we believe we have some idea what may be wrong with her and my drugs may be necessary to calm her. Do you have any news about the signals frome the Princess?"</span><br/><br/>One of the younger doctors rushed off on a handsign of the leader and returned soon after with a kind of a graph. The leader showed it to Kira.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"That's what we recorded the past hours. You see that she had extreme pain levels over and over again, but from here everything is so calm that we believe she lost conscience finally." </span><br/><br/>Kira believed the same, the signals were so low and regular that it was obvious that the Princess was not awake. Which wasn't the worst in the actual situation. She just hoped they would be able to wake her up tomorrow. Carine had walked over to them with some urgency in it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"We should go, Doc. We need to make some way before the night falls. We have some dense forest for the next nearly two hours, a part I want to pass with enough ambient light to avoid being attacked by animals there at night. Our lights wouldn't help us in that foliage."</span><br/><br/>Kira handed the graph back to the doctors and reluctantly followed Carine. She wanted not to return into this transportation vehicle out of hell. But Carine helped her in, touching her ass when she helped her up. But even that touch she would have craved for in any normal situation couldn't lighten her mood now. With a last sad look on the people on the ground she buckled herself into her seat and with the first movement she felt her stomach turn again and the green colour return to her face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Oh my god..." </span><br/><br/>And then the retching didn't stop....</div>