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[h1]𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒[/h1]
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[h3]𝒲𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃, 𝑅𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁[/h3]
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[hr][center][color=silver]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕖 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕤   / /   ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤   / /  𝟚𝟙𝟜𝟝[/color][/center][hr]

It didn't take long for Angélique's plea for help to be noticed. A very familiar face came to see her, visually confused about what the raven-haired Abberation was trying to explain by gesturing. However, she seemed to quickly get the gist of her message as soon as she started pointing towards Green Team, much to the relief of the ex-singing star. However, it turned into a somewhat distressing situation when the blonde girl she had met only a hour ago seemed to link herself with both Aaron and Allison with some sort of eerie black thread around their wrists. 

Angel realized with horror that the girl was in fact the one named Lilianna Brandt, one of the two healers of the newly arrived students, as soon as the very same injuries Angel's teammates had suffered began appearing on the blonde girl's body. The black-haired X-marked jumped, startled, when Lilianna shrieked a terryfying wail of pain before entering a somewhat desillusioned state. She kept mumbling names, incoherent words and the like before fading away unconsciousness.

In the nick of time, Angélique saw her comrade's distress and was just in time to catch her into her arms when she fell unconscious. She was panicked and had no idea with what to do with the bleeding unconscious girl in her arms. If what she had heard from Ethan was true, then she had actually just transfered Allison's and Aaron's wounds onto her, making it very problematic to have both a shard of plate slicing across her side and fractured ribs. 

With the same thought process as Savannah earlier, Angel took part of her clothing to makeshift bandages. But compared to her blond little teammate, she was wearing jeans and had nothing to cut efficiently. Unsure as to when the real help arrive, Angel tore her T-shirt open and wrapped it around the unconscious girl's body, taking care to not put as much pressure onto her ribs and the shard imbedded deep inside her body. The blood flow would be less significant, but still be considerable. Minding what she had learned from first-aid training and her own advice to Savannah earlier, Angel kept pressure on Lilianna's wound to prevent as much blood loss as possible, and hoped help would arrive sooner than later.

[color=9e0039][i]"Hang in there, Lily!"[/i][/color]

Her wish had been granted when Angélique heard the sounds of trucks coming towards them. As they stopped near their position, nearly two dozens of soldiers came out rushing from the transparent tin cans, some of them bringing stretchers. In a very different contrast to Lilianna being ripped away from the scream-powered Aberattion and brought to one of the trucks in a stretcher, Angel had a gun pointed to her face with a cold "Move it!". There was not much she could do but snarl and spit at the ground in response before getting up and bringing herself inside a different truck all while being prodded and shoved forward.


Once everyone went inside, the trucks departed as quickly as they had arrived. The truck ride was relatively just as calm as when they were first brought to USARILN earlier today. With everything that had happened, Angel was in no mood for small chatter. She was bloodied from holding injured people, on the verge of crying from taking into consideration what had happened tonight, and felt exposed, being topless beside a plain black bra covering her torso's intimate parts.  With her back against the transparent truck wall, it was hard to see the wings tattooed on her back, unless one had been looking from the outside of the truck, or saw the raven-haired young woman enter the truck beforehand.

Arriving at the campus, everyone wa shoved into the same room inside the facility's hospital. Angélique tried resisting at first, because she wasn't injured herself, but it was made clear to her by gunpoint that everyone who was part of that battle needed to go in there. With an annoyed puff, she stomped towards a chair and sat there with an grumpy look on her face. She watched with intent as the nurses began quickly working on the severly injured, mainly the healers of the new students. Obviously, the establishment prioritized the well-being of those who had aptitudes to alter wounds, heal them. It kind of reminded her just how idolized one of the Precursor was around the world. Beneful was his name? No, that was a brand of dog food. Benevolent perhaps? No no, that was something close to that, but more grand-sounding.

Speaking of the devil, whispers of a new arrival coming into the room brought her attention to the man who had stepped in with a myriad of guards. Benediction, that was it, according to the whispers from one nurse to the other. Angélique watched with interest as the sharply-dressed man simply waved a dispassionate glowing hand before leaving as quickly as he came. Scanning everyone around her, the canadian young woman realized with amazement the fabled power of this Benediction man, his name true to its meaning. Everyone looked good as new, and even the pain in the singer's throat had dissipated. She let out a single syllabe slip out of her mouth, and it came out just as clearly as if she never had been vocally overexerted. 

When the clearance was given, Angel took no time into getting off her chair. But before leaving the hospital room, Angel walked towards Lilianna Brandt and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as she reached her bedside.

[color=9e0039]"Thank you, for everything you have done."[/color] Angel thanked the blonde girl.

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The upcoming part of Angélique's night after getting out the hospital and the next 3 days timeskip will be included in a later post.
For funsies, Angel's tattoo inked on her back look like [url=http://i.imgur.com/RHWlmbi.jpg]this.[/url]
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