The doctors that swarmed around Alexia were focusing on cleaning out her wound as best as they could as #183 approached. They were frantically trying to stop the bleeding, for the scrap of metal appeared to have been dangerously close to piercing an artery in her thigh. There was one doctor who was covered in her blood, pulling out fragments of the metal for it had broken apart upon impact. One of the crew who recognized #183 and ha helped Alexia get to the triage unit quickly ran up to the large machine and tugged on his arm. This man was one of the more burly members of the Organization that had created #183 and quickly spoke to him in a way that he would surely understand.<br/><br/>“Give me the girl!” It was a simple and basic command, one that #183 would have been able to comply with. There were a select few people who were able to order #183 to do more intricate tasks, but the crew was permitted to give him orders to direct him where to place cargo and such. This was being treated just like one of those times. The man yelled again, growing impatient with the machine, holding his arms up. “Give me the cargo 183!” Once the machine lowered the girl into the burly man’s arms, he quickly asked her if she was alright and then heard her plea about her mother. Nodding swiftly, the burly man ran off toward the wreckage with the small girl in his arms, going toward where her mother should be in the mess.<br/><br/>Enough time had passed now where Alexia had started to come back to consciousness. Upon seeing the sight of her bleeding leg, she let out another high pitched shriek as the pain swarmed back to her mind. Clawing at the medical bed with her hands, she began to frantically scream out and a doctor pinned her down to the makeshift bed. They were desperately trying to stop the bleeding but it wasn’t working. When  Aleixa heard the word<em>amputation</em>being thrown out a few times, she began to panic more.<br/><br/>“You will NOT cut my leg off!? Understand!? I am Lord Nobuo’s daughter you fools! If you cripple me you will have the wrath of our whole House upon you!” the way that Alexia spoke in that moment was of the arrogant noble she was. But there was no way in hell that she could allow someone to cut her leg off. It simply wouldn’t do for a lady of her stature, co-owner of a merchant business or not.<br/><br/>Spotting #183 standing there before her, it took a moment for her eyes to lock on him and her mind to clear, realizing what she should do with him. Looking around the scene, Alexia’s arrogance finally faltered and she glared at #183 with a determination that burned with a brilliance that was passed down to her from the Queens she was long descended from.<br/><br/>“183!” She barked out strongly, gripping the table tighter as the doctors poured some alcohol on her wound to sterilize it. “Go into the wreckage! Help those who are digging people out! I am your Overseer! I<em>demand</em>that you go into the wreckage and save as many lives you can. Hurry! Go dig people out now! Save lives now! Get them to safety as fast as you can!” Alexia’s attention was once again turned to her leg as more alcohol was poured on it, and a doctor approached with crude suturing material. Shrieking out in frustration, she began to yell and kick at the doctors. “Take me to a proper medic!”