<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 15th - 3:00pm</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Outside/Infirmary</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, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open, Barry, Kaine, Eric, Any<br/><hr/><br/>Antigone grunted as she was lifted by Kaine, but before she could settle into uncomfortable, they were down and he was lowering her into a lawn chair. As she said "Thank you," she noticed Kaine was gone. She hoped for Marley's sake these men weren't as fast in bed as they were on their feet, or the poor girl would get rug burns where she didn't want them. The thought caused her to snicker which summoned a groan from her. Then Barry was there, oh gods not now. Her heart raced, her head swam, and she wished she could see him. He shouldn't see her like this. Down, weak. And what was he doing? She fluttered that he was attentive, but this was war. She would be fine, she hoped. "Creed, the crash. See to them," her voice had hardened though only a whisper, command, directing troops. She wasn't even sure if it was loud enough to hear. She hoped that he would give her space. His wishes were appreciated, "I won't," she spoke to empty air, only the air rushing into the vacuum catching her words. A girl could really begin to feel like no one was listening as those she spoke were always gone by the time she finished saying what she needed. Eric asked, she nodded for him to help the crash, all she had left, due to the pain.<br/><br/>Her left arm was useless, not immobile, but it hurt too much to breath right  now and that splintered into mind shattering pain as she tried to use her left arm. Her right made things hurt, but not like this. So she was right handed for the moment. She would deal. Anchoring her armor, she fused the pieces together to lock the joint and support the shoulder. Her breathing, though labored was clear, no gurgle, no blood, no sloshing. That was good, she hoped.<br/><br/>Someone came and helped her up, her eyes closed through the pain, she kept them closed as the pain caused nausea, and nausea caused vertigo. Yes, she kept them closed. A familiar voice spoke, but Antigone could not put it to a face. That's ok, the voice was tending her, checking her, and declared she would live. Broken collarbone, clean, no debris, her lungs would be safe. Rest, and know her sacrifice was appreciated. The voice left, needing to save lives if they could. They would return, as soon as triage was complete. Someone would get her something for the pain. Antigone let herself rest.<br/><br/>