<span style="color: #0040FF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Samuel Richard Johnson</span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Sergeant Johnson; Sammy</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://covermenmag.com/niklasnilsson/pixInt/h.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Sam had never been more terrified in his life than when Tania had exclaimed that Karra had stopped breathing once more. After all the trouble they had gone through to get the doctor and convince her to save Karra's life, Karra was just going to die like that? He was in stunned silence until Tom had made a move, prompting Sam in to gear.<br/><br/>Together the two managed to get Karra breathing again and her pulse came back, though it was rather weak. Tom and he hugged out of relief, pulling Tania into their embrace. Sam fell back on his ass, leaning against the wall and began to cry--finally feeling safe to break down.<span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "S-s-tupid bitch, always s-scaring the shit out-t-t of m-me,"</span></span>he stuttered out, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose while the other dangled off his knee.<br/><br/>Everyone in the room seemed to wait with baited breath to see if Karra would wake up or fall off again. Her breathing was finally rhythmic and normal, unlike the choppiness she had shown earlier. It seemed Kira had done as she had promised, despite the episode of Karra not breathing. Color was beginning to come back to Karra's cheeks, though she was still a bit pale. The jagged piece of metal that had done the damage laid now harmlessly to the side, coated in Karra's blood.<br/><br/>Sam looked up and saw Karra's fingers begin to twitch some and he sat up to crawl next to her.<span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Tom, I think she's waking up!" </span></span>he exclaimed quietly worried about being too loud.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">________</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">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/>Karra felt like she was trying to sift through the thickest fog of her life as she woke up. Her eyes fluttered open, the lights around her too bright and she gave a groan.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Am I dead?" </span></span>she croaked out. She felt like absolute shit, but definitely not as bad as she had before everything had gone black for a second time.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Ow..."</span></span>she complained as she tried to move and a hand came out to brush her hair back, gently pushing her back down.<span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> "Don't move, Karra. You're safe now, but christ do you know how to induce a heart attack..."</span></span></span>said a voice. It was Sam's.<br/><br/>It was then she remembered everything that happened, and while she was still a little delirious, she had much more of her wit this go round.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "How...?" </span></span>How was is that she was alive? She could have sworn that she had been walking towards some sort of light, though she wasn't as ecstatic about it as other people described in their near-death experiences. She had been terrified, wanting to go back to Tom.