<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Doctor<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line loading bay, landing pad<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Sophie, Braxton<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/>[hr<br/><br/>Mya jumped when she heard the engine of the mule light up.  She hadn't even realized how quickly things were happening until The mule lifted into the air and stared towards the ramp.  She shifted her position on the ramp to allow the mule to be between her and the shooting.  Grabbing the stretcher and trying her best to walk with the stretcher behind her in a crouched position, 'staying low' as they told her was difficult at best.  She was thankful the woman driving the mule was having trouble spotting Sue in all the chaos, it meant she moved slow.  <br/><br/>Finally shielding Sue from harm, Mya let her training kick in.  Quickly evaluating the situation.  Aside from the gun fire there wasn't any other danger to Sue or to her.  She checked his pulse, weak but present.  He was lying on his side, a bullet hole through his shoulder and one in his leg.  There was blood, but it wasn't gushing.  <em>This is good.</em>  She thought to herself as she tried to look over the rest of his body without moving him.  "Cassie is it??  She yelled up to the woman sitting on the mule.  "I need help getting him on the stretcher and then up onto the mule."  She applied a quick-clot application to his leg, wrapping it tightly with gauze, then attempted to apply one to his should without much luck.  Pulling the parts of the stretcher apart, she placed them on either side of Sue's prone body while he waited for Cassie.  <br/><br/></div>