<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/><em>"You done good Mya, real good.  You rest now 'an Ah'll clean up here an keep an eye on mah uncle Sue."</em><br/><br/>Mya was a bit overwhelmed by the movement of the ship.  She was thankful that she had a steady hand and had been almost finished when the ship began to move.  She sat limply on the second bed as she accepted the water from Sophie.  She smiled blankly as she drank from the cup, her eyes watching Sue as he lay half conscious on the bed.  The events of the day were starting to rush back into her head as the adrenaline of the rescue and the focus of the surgery subsided and her body felt the strain and the shock of what had happened.  She'd felt this kind of shock before, but never at this level.  Her eyes strained as light tears formed at the edges of her eyes.  <br/><br/>"Thank you Sophie!  She blinked, a droplet of water running down her cheek as she took Sophie's hand and squeezed it softly in a 'reassuring, grateful for her comfort' sort of way.  She began to feel her eyelids grow heavy as the rush cleared her mind and body.  "He'll be fine now.  I need a few minutes. Without any further warning, Mya's body crashed and she slid down the wall onto the second bed.</div>