[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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Location:building 7, (supply)-> building E1 (Kris and nieshas apartment)->outerwall[/centre]


[Color=yellow]”it throws into light that perhaps there is many things we don't know about each other. Something’s are perhaps too painful, or daunting to share with others”[/color] Niesha said softly to Kristina, nodding as they finished packing. And perhaps it was as simple as that some things no longer had a place in this world. She thought on her own brother, twenty years missing. Even before the outbreak, it had been a long shot that she'd ever find him again, now...it would be nearly impossible. Chances are, she'd never know what had happened to her brother, if he was even still alive before the outbreak. Or if he was still alive now. Yet she couldn't seem to drop that hope, that anchor that maybe, just maybe, he was out there somewhere. 

Yet not everyone was a delusional as her. She smiled at herself, and followed Kristina to the kitchen. After that, she said to Kristina [color=yellow]”i just want to go check on a patient, then I'm going to quickly go get ready for the wedding. Can you take the stuff to miss Sally?"[/color] with everything, Niesha needed to find the time to actually get read,  and she knew that she would have to speak with victor later, about the blood works she had found. Whether or not that would happen today, she didn't know. Sighing to herself  she hurried off to the medbay, troubled. After Thana’s appearance, the daunting prospect that one of the women who had died eight months ago being pregnant was distressing, and she wasn't too sure what to do with the knowledge, yet she trusted Victor, and knew she needed his advice on this. 

After checking in on Anna, she went back to Her and kristinas apartment, where she finally cleaned up, doing so hurriedly, she towel dried her hair, putting it back into a braid, although a more complicated one then that morning, before slipping into her, for lack of a better word, formal wear, shrugging a coat over her shoulders, and slipping on her boots. While she doubted it went well with her clothes, there was no way she was going to wear anything that didn't have traction. She'd fall over, and that would be that. 

Frowning to herself, she shook her head, hurrying off to hurriedly check on Ceil, she worried about the boy, and she wished to make sure that ne was alright. Finding where he should have been at the outer wall, Niesha frowned when she found ne wasn't there