<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice chuckled softly and turned her attention to Phil. Lucky for both of them and the patients, Alice was a rapid learner. She watched carefully as Phil applied the cast, muttering instructions softly to herself. It was her way of memorizing, and it had served her well for a long time. For the next hours, Alice was busy at every second. As patients were brought in, she would do whatever she could to help ease Phil's workload. The broken bones were a little tricky to treat, as the alignment had to be paid attention to, but at least it wasn't a bad sight.<br/><br/>Things seemed to be a little better when the phone rang. Alice felt her heart race, and waited for whatever news it brought them. While she waited, Alice sat down for the first time in hours, feeling more mentally than physically tired. Her hands, still white from the cast, rested on her lap while she took that quick break.<br/><br/>In seeing Peter, Alice hugged him tight, giving in to that kiss. When he said they had found the miners buried under rocks, Alice shivered a little. She nodded when he asked if she wanted a break, though she doubted anything would go down her throat with those news.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"I think I do need a break"</span>, she murmured softly. Her hand touched his arm when he brushed that lock of her out of her face. Alice felt just the same as Peter, like she was falling deeper and deeper for him at every minute. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I think I'll just have a cup of coffee, though. Really strong coffee, if possible. It feels like you just realize how tired you are when you stop"</span>.<br/><br/>Alice would step away just to wash her hands, before finding Peter so they could leave the hospital for a moment. Her mind worked in the poor miners who would be arriving soon. She really didn't want to see them, fearing what her reaction would be. It could be anything, really, and she hoped she wouldn't break down. The policewoman would keep silent, though, until she had her coffee in front of her. Slipping her hand into one of Peter's, she looked at the contrast between them for a moment.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"I'm scared to death of going back there"</span>, she admitted quietly.</div>