<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 8:10 AM</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Med Bay</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, full helm, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Being patient number one<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Distracted with pain<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Eric, Marley, open<br/><hr/><br/>Antigone lay, her eyes closed, her breathing under control, because she said it was under control damnit! Fading in and out of consciousness was a bitch. Marley's voice, Eric's voice, who... CJ, the new girl that the boy had been looking for? She arched her back just the slightest as she struggled with the choking pain. She needed to sit up, and tried, and stopped. Then she relaxed into her armor and willed the armor to sit up. That worked much better. People were talking, Eric''s low tones, Marley's either she was confused about something, or Antigone just wasn't hearing everything. "Barry, go away. Help them," Antigone felt that crease between her eyes as she hoped he would not see her weak, see her downed.<br/><br/>As Eric focused his attentions, Antigone opened her armor, the splintered pauldron peeling away from the shallow gash and the snapped clavicle. Her shoulder was supported by the armor, but the muscles had it all bunched up and curled in. The collar bone was a clean break, almost cut. The armor had deflected the piece of ship that had hit her, only a shallow cut occurred, though it was deep enough to break the bone. Deeper investigation will prove little fragmentation of the bone, nothing threatening the lungs, no major damage to essential arteries or systems.<br/><br/>The bracing was quick, and she could heal normally. "Sedative? What does stock look like? Can we afford it?" She wondered what form he had in mind. She didn't like clouding her senses and mind, then again, she couldn't like the pain either. "Perhaps a bit," the thought of Barry seeing her intoxicated with whatever they offered, she remembered her high and mighty assumptions their first meeting. This was medicine, he could shut it.<br/><br/>"Check the wound for debris, nothing metal left behind," She knew that was correct. "Good news, if the wound is clean as well. I will be fine. A long as there is nothing in the lungs. Brace the shoulder, set the bone, perhaps a staple or three to bind the bone. Then let it heal. Four to Eight weeks good as new, following a healthy rehabilitation regiment that could take an additional three months. I know the routine, we had this injury in the field, Janks snapped his in a fall." She laughed at herself. "Should have done something more to shelter. Now I am a pencil pusher for a few weeks, sorry about missing combat for a month or more." She was babbling through grit teeth, as her brain processed and tried to be helpful and dismissive of her injury. She was embarrassed by it. Stupid!<br/><br/>The open pauldron floated down to her free left hand, where it begins to work itself back into shape crudely. She would need a clearer head for a finer control, for knitting the rent steel and gold back into form without a forge, concentration and time."Focus through the pain." Bright gold shone her temple markings and a similar glow again rose from her sides just below her breasts.