[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b] Operating Theater -- First Sub-Basement 
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Once Beast addressed Antoinette and Mira, she relaxed a bit and the rest of the room came into focus. Richard was here, as was Dean, and a woman but she wasn’t quite a woman was she? Due to Antoinette having been focused on Beast when she entered the operating theater, she heard his explanation as to who this woman was. The Danger Room was real? Well, as real as the woman made of wires could be. How fascinating this place truly was. 
Antoinette was looking at the woman dreamily as she left when Beast addressed her specifically. He led her over to a bed without much protesting from her and sat down. He was gentle as he fixed her injuries and she smiled up at the gentle giant. He honestly was a big, blue teddy bear and full of such knowledge. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”I could feel it. The otherness of those who were affected. I’m not sure if it just wanted to stir up tensions or if it was searching for something,”[/color] Antoinette mused. She thought over her theory as Beast walked away, going to check on Richard and Dean. There seemed to be a lot of blood around them but there was a lot of blood all over this room. 
Antoinette looked around, feeling she should go back upstairs to check on Carolina but Storm had her. Her eyes landed on a very still, very pale figure and her eyes widened. She got off her bed, ignoring Beast’s earlier words to rest and walked over to Lance. He was still breathing thankfully but it was sparse. She examined his head injury and the blood loss and frowned. Why wasn’t he getting a blood transfusion? All the equipment for it was around him. Vaguely, Antoinette remembered when Beast did the check up on her when she first arrived to the mansion and had her blood taken. She wasn’t a universal donor but she had a pretty common blood type that did work for most people, perhaps it would work for Lance. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”Beast, what is Lance’s blood type? Perhaps we can use me?”[/color] She moved her arm, exposing the soft side where all the veins were easily seen. She pulled her eyes from Lance and looked at Beast. [color=#DDA0DD]”You see, we have a movie date and I would very much like to go.”[/color]