[centre][b][color=fff200][h1]Niesha[/h1][/color][/b]
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[centre][b]location:[/b] Newman, infirmary[/centre]

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As the minutes seemed to tick by with not much happening, Niesha became more annoyed. If they were going to charge the place, they wouldn't have handed over their weapons: well she wouldn't have. She couldn't speak for the rest. Finally though things seemed to be happening and they were finally let on. Niesha stayed with the wagon, and she would stay with Sophie.

[color=fff200]"you're right. I can't. Doesn't mean I still can't kick butt. Thanks."[/color] she said as Sophie was carried into what she assumed was the infirmary. Looking about, Niesha studied it. It was clear that something had happened, even if she couldn't tell what. She itched to check their medications, to see what they had and what she could work with, what she could create. It had been a long time she she had compounded anything, but she still remembered it. 

Making sure Sophie wasn't going to fall off the gurney and that nothing had changed in her status, she said [color=fff200]"she needs at least a litre of fluids, and if you have any IV antibiotics that would be great, but if not I can make some up if you have something I can crush the meds I have with. It won't be as good as proper ones, but it will work just as well"[/color] or so she hoped. She had already laid her cards on the table, and perhaps the medical officer or officers would have a need of her. Being inside walls again, being in relative safety allowed her to relax slightly, allowed her to want to be needed again, and to help Sophie would simply be good. [color=fff200]"please, let me do something. I want to help. she's my friend. She didn't lose much blood, it was burned before that could happen, but there's the risk of dehydration because of that and infection. She's already been bitten, don't let her suffer anymore then she has to."[/color]

She just couldn't see to stop the babble of words escaping her mouth, nervous, afraid and worried all contending within her to essentially escape in the chatter.