<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Karra was grumbling the entire time, but paused as Tom walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her, <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You're simply born lucky, Karra. Now stop bickering and let me look after that. I will send the designer some nice email and maybe you could sue them - if we ever manage to get out of this jungle."</span> Karra rolled her eyes at Tom but allowed him to view the cut. She already felt more relaxed in his arms, but said nothing about it. She was always more than comfortable around Tom than anyone else. <br/><br/>She was drawn away from her thoughts as Tom put the alcohol wipe onto the wound, cleaning it. She gave a hiss and tried to bat his hands away, but he easily manuevered her towards the seat in front of the recon unit. He sat her in the seat and she had a hard time fighting back as she was still a little light headed, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Keep still for one minute please, Karra. I don't like to look into your pretty face and be everytime reminded that it was my lousy care that left a scar there. If you stop moving your head, I could fix that properly."</span> She snorted at his compliment.<br/><br/>Soon enough Tom was done cleaning and bandaging her up. He handed her some water and pills, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Be a good girl and swallow that. You may kick my ass later for it, but now you do as ordered. I am still your superior. And I care about you..."</span> Karra didn't notice the soft tone, as Tom usually said he cared about her. She had never taken it as anything more than just friendly--though part of her wished it were more. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Sure thing Major. Anything for you,"</span> she replied sarcastically, popping the pills quickly enough. The water felt great on her throat and she downed it in a short amount of time. <br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"What the fuck! Look at those sulfur dioxide values. And the nitrogen and oxygen are totally out of regular too. Where are we?"</span> At that, Karra stood and walked over to Tom, leaning over his shoulder to look at the screen. Her finely shaped brows furrowed with confusion, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Sure as hell ain't in Kansas anymore..."</span> she said with an attempt at humor. She tried her best to lighten any situation, but the situation was beginning to look more and more bleak. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Oh man, I bet it smells out there, then. Sulfur smells like rotten shit...."</span></div>