<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th - 3:15 PM</strong></span><br/><em>Medical Bay</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/e8/99/cae899c1c0fc576235398a1e117ed276.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Romper (pictured), bare feet<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Entering a crisis<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> Unknown, healed<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric, CJ, Kaine, Xidora | OPEN</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>THIRTY MINUTES AGO</strong><br/><br/>"I'll come back and help you, I just need to change my shoes." Marley had intended to watch the afternoon combat session, not participate in it. Heels were a poor choice, beyond the font porch of the house. She left the student carrying equipment across the front yard and entered the lobby, bright with the afternoon sun. It still felt like the heat was vibrating, but she chose to ignore it. <em>It was just stress</em>, she had decided. One flight of stairs, then the other. Into her bedroom. Marley kicked off her high heels and dug into her dresser for a few minutes before realizing she only had one pair of sneakers in her room. She slowly pulled them out, and held them in her hand. <em>They were the new, clean white ones she had worn when Kaine had made it snow for her, before they were intimate in the house for the first time ever.</em> That was almost week ago. Her eyelashes fluttered at the memory, then her heart sank with everything that had happened after it. She dropped the shoes on the floor.<br/><br/>Her other running shoes were downstairs, in the storage lockers. She sighed heavily, but walked back out of her bedroom, stopping at one of the bathrooms on the third floor. <em>May as well go now before she had to come back in the house again.</em> Behind the closed bathroom door, the toilet flushed as she washed her soft hands. She had spent the morning with Eric, but their relationship was still a fucking disaster. She just wished the sex was easier to walk away from. She placed her hands together and ran the water over her face, too. As they fell, her blue eyes looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked... <em>perfect</em>; untouched; radiant. The water dripped from her square chin onto the sink counter as her blue eyes reflected back into her. Moments passed. She kept looking at herself, not moving, as if there was an answer there.<br/><br/><em>That poor student had been waiting almost fifteen minutes by now.</em> She should really get back to them. She grabbed a towel and dried her face, and heard the thunderous, unmistakable <em>boom</em> of a crash. Her blue eyes drifted to the closed bathroom window, and watched the sky flash with bright colors. <em>What the fuck was</em> -- she stepped towards the window pane, raising her hand. Her blue eyes fixated on its glass, as if mesmerized by what she couldn't see outside. As her hand rose to the window, her fingers extended slowly in front of her face, absentmindedly, dropping the towel to the floor of the bathroom. As the towel hit the ground, she realized her hand was <em>shaking</em>. <em>Why was her hand shaking?</em> Marley's trance immediately broke, and she lowered her hand to examine it. There was a second <em>boom</em>, and the bathroom around her rattled with its force. Marley noticed that both of her hands were shaking. They trembled and vibrated in front of her uncontrollably. <em>What was happening to</em> -- suddenly the bathroom rattling stopped and her hands went still. For just a moment, Marley thought she imagined the whole thing. But then, and only then, did the sharp <em>pain</em> jolt through her body. Not in her hands, but in her head, and down her spine, igniting every <em>nerve</em> at once with agony. Marley froze, like a puppet pulled back on its strings, unable to speak, unable to move but to blink in pain, mouth agape. <br/><br/>Then all at once, it released her, and she fell to the bathroom floor unconscious.<br/><br/><strong>FIVE MINUTES AGO</strong><br/><br/>Marley rolled over, as if awakening from nap. She inhaled through her nose softly. The floor bathroom floor was cold. She ran a hand over her face. <em>Her hands.</em> She sat up and glanced at both palms, flexing her fingers back and forth. They were fine; they were absolutely fine; she could control them again. She felt no pain. She felt... normal. She grabbed the side of the bathtub and pulled herself up. She stood on her legs fine too, without imbalance or dizziness. She twisted, looking at her face in the mirror. No marks, no scars, no... nothing. She was <em>perfect</em> again. Immediately, Marley started running her normal hands over her normal limbs, checking herself as only someone with regenerative powers would. Her left hand grazed over the back of her right arm, her fingers dancing over the black '01' above her elbow. Her tattoo was still there, but that was expected too. She looked absolutely fucking unremarkable. <em>But what had happened to her?</em> She swallowed, looking over at her reflection in the mirror again. <em>Was she... sick</em>? She wondered if this was connected to her poor memory, if her suspicions were right and her powers couldn't heal everything. Was her brain <em>sick</em>?<br/><br/><em>Fuck. The combat class.</em> Marley turned and hung the hand towel, leaving the bathroom as pristine as if nothing had happened. She would worry about her health later. She opened the closed bathroom door and jogged down the hall. One flight of stairs, the the other. But as she descended the second set, she could hear more commotion outside. She was about to leave when she also heard people taking in the Medical Bay behind her. She recognized Eric's deep voice, but it didn't sound like he was teaching C.J. about their medical supplies. Marley turned, and quickly entered. Her attention was immediately brought to Antigone on one of the silver, operating tables. "What happened?" She asked the medical student and the EMT, "I was changing my shoes and..." her blue eyes darted to her bare feet. She shook her head, and focused on the injured student before her. Her shoulder and neck were braced. She watched very closely... <em>one</em>... <em>two</em>... and Antigone's chest rose and fell. Marley exhaled sharply through her nose in relief. She was alive, just resting. "Why is Antigone recovering in the Medical Bay?" Her blue eyes flashed from Eric to C.J., clearly missing.... <em>something</em>, unless combat class took a horrid turn.<br/><br/>No one had time to answer that question, or any of her others. Kaine appeared behind her suddenly, asking for aid. Her blue eyes widened, and not just because he was carrying someone with silver hair, green skin and green blood. <em>What did he mean, a ship crash?</em> Marley wasted another second blinking before moving to another operating table, across from Antigone. "Put them here," she said to Kaine, and then moved quickly to the sink, washing her hands and ignoring her bare feet. "Tell me what you need me to do," Marley looked over at Eric and C.J., while sterilizing her hands. She did not have a medical background, but two years ago she had sat on the wooden floor of Eric's bedroom and helped him memorize the names of each surgical tool and its use, in between cold pizza and sex. "And tell me what instruments you need." Fortunately, the Cathedral rarely needed to use their Medical Bay to its full capacity. However, this meant that all of their surgical equipment would need to be sterilized too. But Marley could do that. Eric and C.J. could operate, and she could be a damn good scrub nurse. She wasn't afraid of blood, even if it was green.<br/><br/></span>