[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 
Skills: Intuition[/color][/center][hr][hr]

Antoinette smiled at Carolina and squeezed her hand back when she took hold of it. She was glad for the slight contact. Proof that Carolina was well and would be okay. All she needed was a day or two of recovery but Antoinette knew her friend and Carolina most likely wouldn’t be satisfied sitting around ‘resting’. She was already seeming to have a hard time with the attention and being told to rest. At the mention of Antoinette’s nose, she gave it a little twitch and tears pricked her eyes. If she hadn’t started to bruise under her eyes already, Antoinette was sure it would happen shortly. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”Much better then your head,”[/color] she assured her friend. Carolina rolled away shortly after and Antoinette made quick work of pulling Carolina’s hair back. 
Beast was back, concern on needing a proper blood donor still and Dean looking not much better after Carolina’s assurance and Beast’s assurance that she would be fine. Antoinette smiled a little, noting his distress and thought for a moment of what she may be able to do. Everyone was a little on edge still, concern for the other in the room over themselves. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”What makes you happy Dean? Or laugh.”[/color] She had an idea, she only hoped her illusion casting would cooperate with her.