[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/dde661389331ea75740a4e6657bc0212/tumblr_inline_nm9gdxOF3y1rrrkde.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Engine Room[/center][hr][hr]Although Lionel walked behind Gideon, they hadn't even managed to leave the engine room without Dorothy feeling extremely worried for the boy. His knees were wobbling and he leaned against the wall as he walked. With her lips pursed, Dorothy knew that Gideon wasn't going to be in good enough shape to get anywhere. And as a doctor, it was her duty to tend to him until he got better. They didn't need any casualties that day. 

[color=4dffa6]"Must be some hangovers you have,"[/color] Dorothy murmured, having a natural reaction against alcohol. It reminded her too much of her father and the life she had escaped on Boros. Alcohol, in any shape of form, was generally abhorrent to her. Too many memories. [color=4dffa6]"Here, take my arm,"[/color] Dorothy offered, stepping to the side of Gideon. She offered him her non dominant arm, with her sidearm in her other hand. 

[color=4dffa6]"Can't have you hit your head again,"[/color] Dorothy teased, a small twinkle in her eyes. [color=4dffa6]"We don't have the time for you to crack it open and then stitch it back together again."[/color]