[centre]~Anton~[/centre]
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Anton was only semi-conscious, just enough to realise she was in Kalib's arms. She breathed in the familiar scent of lemon (?) which she hadn't smelt for so long. The brushes of his hair tickled her neck, and she fell back into unconsciousness.

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Anton groaned and tried to sit up, but was sat down by an unfamiliar hand pushing on her chest. Her eyes began to focus, and she made out shapes walking around her. She was on a gurney... a gurney? Um... what? She saw Kalib, familiar, strong, walking next to the gurney as it was wheeled along. Glad to see a face she didn't confuse with others, Anton reached out and grabbed onto his hand.