<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Justine.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Justine Cornett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10185332#msg10185332)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Demeter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21st; Time doesn't matter right now!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marcus, "Apollites"<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Covered in blood and terrified...<hr/><hr/><br/>Early signs of seizure appeared without warning, taking over the unconscious body in front of her with a speed she had never seen.<strong>"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"</strong>Justine yelped, stepping back, feeling panic welling up in her chest as the kid started to thrash on the table that was looking to be his funeral bed. She was<em>not</em>a healer- definitely not cut out for this kind of shit! One of the girls standing by jumped forward, gripping him and rolling him onto his side should fluid spill from his mouth. It was likely, and she was yelling orders at the daughter of Demeter!<br/><br/><em>'Help me hold him, Justine! Seizures last less than a minute and a half most times.  We have to keep him stable before we start chest compressions. I know you're not one of us, but you have to help me.'</em><br/><br/>The blonde ordered her with a voice meant for commotion like this, her crystal blue eyes serious as she looked at Justine over the convulsing body between them. Its weird what you notice in crisis- her eyes were blue. Justine swallowing hard as she stepped forward to wrap her blood stained hands around his rib cage and over his hip. Don't panic, don't panic...<br/><br/>Somewhere between spasms and the utter stillness when you're not sure what will happen next, the Apollo girl rolled him onto his back. Justine took her place at his head when commanded sharply, her hands shaking as she leaned down to listen for breathing. Her wide grey eyes stood out in stark relief in her much paler face.<strong>"He isn't breathing..."</strong>The healer set to compressions, her knotted hands pressed over his breast bone. All sound seemed to melt away, except for the command...<br/><br/><em>'Breath...'</em><br/><br/><em>'Breath...'</em><br/><br/><em>'Breath...'</em>