<div class="floatright">(http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/Angie+Labcoat.JPG)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Angie Hart, RN<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Beach<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anyone at the Beach<br/><br/>With the manifestation of the ethereal weapon, Angelia's breath failed her and the hymn stopped dead. Once upon a times and visions of fairy-stories danced through her mind in a macabre waltz of shouldn'ts and impossibilities. Yet somehow on some level she wasn't entirely surprised. The shock of 'how and why' faded into the acceptance of 'why-not' rather quickly. She applied some level of rationale to the situation as she surveyed the beach. If there were... things... out there that could cause such destruction - why couldn't there be some way to fight it?<br/><br/>Angie began to worry herself at just how much sense she could make of the situation. She had to wonder for a moment if perhaps she'd just snapped and gone off the deep end. The ash on her clothes and hands testified that she had not imagined what just transpired. She turned her attention to the other students on the beach and pushed all thoughts like these aside as she went into professional mode once more.<br/><br/>As she said a final silent prayer for the boy, she dusted her hands off and wiped them on her lab coat. Angie glanced over to the redhead that had been riding the cart with her.  She had been counting to herself but now that her eyes were open, the nurse could see even in the fading light that her pupils were dilating. She was surely in a bit of shock, and Angie scolded herself for the unprofessional decision she'd demonstrated in bringing students with her. She imposed herself in front of the girl and made eye contact. She spoke with a gentle authority. "I need you to look at me. I need you to do something for me. Go to the cart. Under the driver seat is a cooler with water inside. Bring me a bottle. I'm going to check on your friend." She hoped that by giving the girl a task, she would have less time to dwell on the shocking circumstance.<br/><br/>Angie approached the dark haired girl and placed a gentle hand on her back. She'd vomited, no doubt over the gory scene before them. "Hi, sweetie... I'm Angie... Can you stand up? We really should get you out of here..." Medical attention wouldn't be necessary, but Angie felt that a caring hand was usually a welcome thing to anyone. She waited for a moment to see if the redhead would snap out of her shock enough to bring the water, so she could offer it to the brunette to wash the taste of vomit out of her mouth. There would be space for all three of them on the cart, and she intended to get these students away from here as soon as possible. Hopefully soon enough to keep other students from coming towards the beach. Perhaps the campus police would have the foresight to block the beach off soon.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">For anyone that cares: this is an EMT Cart.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.leaguecity.com/images/pages/N888//Medical_Cart.jpg)</div></div>