<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, too, was looking at the woman with worry. She went to the freight room to grab some pillows and blankets for the woman. She was back quickly enough and began to create a pallet for the woman to lay on comfortably for the time being. They still had much to plan, but Karra reflected on what Tom had said earlier. The woman would likely be very upset when she woke up and Karra found herself trying to recall the calming exercises she had learned in order to keep shocked soldiers moving. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Well, hopefully this will be comfortable enough..."</span> Karra said, finally standing. The pallet was fairly thick and Karra had to talk herself out of laying on it to take a nap. She was pretty tired and her head was still booming. She massaged the bridge of her nose, pinching her eyes shut as she willed the pain to go away. Sighing, she moved so that the woman could be laid down.</div>