[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] The U.N.[/center][hr]

As they got outside and over toward the first responders, Lucas let out something of a sigh of relief to finally be out of the building and, hopefully, away from danger. He didn't even notice anything that may have been wrong until he felt her grip on his hand wavering. Lucas turned his gaze toward her then, eyes widening as he saw the blood on her back, and saw as she began to sink to her knees. In an instant, Lucas was forced back into action, arms thrusting down to catch her as she picked her up again, eyes darting to the first responders.

They all had issues, but right then Lucas could not have cared any less about that, his highest priority was Risa, and he wasn't about to wait in line with her when she may have very well had one hell of a risk on her hand. His eyes settled on the woman barking at some others who she referred to as 'morons' - figuring she was as good as any, he hurried over. Risa was held as comfortably as he could hold her in his arms, and the look on his face was intent.

[b][color=686F91]"My girlfriend and I just got out of the building, she's fainted and I think she's lost a lot of blood."[/color][/b] He explained, gently laying Risa down on a stretcher as it was brought over, eyes drifting up to the doctor he'd approached. He watched her with a gaze that said many things, in a way it was expectant, waiting for her to do something, in another way it was pleading, begging her to do something for Risa - this scenario had only gotten worse, and just as he'd thought the two of them out of it, they'd been dragged back into the thick of it.