<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Doctor<br/><strong>Location; </strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Sophie,<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/><hr/><br/>Finally finished removing Sue's shirt and pants Mya took a moment to better examine his wounds.  She moved with a bit more urgency than she would with a gunshot victim in Sue's situation due to the small impact she hadn't noticed on the side her had been laying on.  "Sophie, calm down."  She spoke the girl, her voice steady and controlled but almost a whisper.  "He should be fine.  I need to get at this wound on his back first."  She looked at Sophie with a quick smile as she pushed Sue onto his side.  "Hold him just like this and don't let him move."  Mya shifted the light to shine on his back.  Slipping a pair of latex gloves on her hand and a mask on her mouth, she leaned in and began examining the wound.  She was thankful that Sue was unconscious, but she knew that wouldn't last.  Pulling the medicine gun from the table she injected a dose into Sue's neck then replaced the gun and picked up a pair of long tweezers and a scalpel.  "Don't worry Sophie, Sue's going to be fine." Her voice came out soft, steady confident as he eyes sought out Sophie's for a moment.  She wasn't sure what Sue really meant to Sophie, but she knew what Sophie meant to her and she wanted to do everything she could to hold onto that.<br/><br/>After twenty minutes of removing the meanly twisted remains of a bullet from Sue's back and stitched him up, Mya returned to the sound on the shoulder and leg.  "Thankfully the wound on the shoulder went clear through,"  She said removing the bandages and blood, examining the hole for debris.  Mya did what she could to lattice together the muscle in Sue's shoulder before she began stitching the hole up.  Mya moved around the table to change her angle, not realizing it until they had been standing there for a minute that she was pressed up against Sophie's side.  The warm was comforting.  She looked up at Sophie for a second smiling her her mask, but the eyes gave it away, the sense of longing.  She returned her attention to Sue carefully applying the suture gel along the wound.    </div>