[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b] Chemical Lab -- First Sub-basement [/color][/center][hr][hr]

She glanced back at the plate of apples and shook her head before returning her attention to Lance and his hands. Unless Richard said she could have the apples, she wasn’t about to chance it. She opened up the first aid kit for Lance to look through and when he looked at her with a smile she beamed back at him. He gave her a few instructions and she followed them as best as she could. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”Should you wash your hands first?”[/color] she asked, noting the blood that still spotted his hands in some place. 
She took the bandage roll and started to unwrap it so there was a good length on it to begin this wrapping. Lance responded to Bethany and she listened to his little story of being dragged through a window. She looked at him, measuring his eyes before she shook her head. They were all just kids, and yet they faced more than most adults ever had to worry about.