[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Palace Infirmary -- The Palace: New York City, New York.
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Antoinette managed to find a spot and sat down. She wasn’t of much use, other than an extra pair of hands should October require it. Things seemed to be going well though and Antoinette was just continue to sit with her other friend and watch the progress. Antoinette’s eyes drifted over to Prince Flynn and she picked out minor similarities in his face to that of his sister’s Wanda. She bit her bottom lip and looked away. Hopefully they caught the miscreants who attempted to assassinate the Queen. 
Carolina’s voice drifted into Antoinette’s head and she looked at her friend, startled a moment as Antoinette had seemed to drift off there a moment, lost in her thoughts. Carolina offered to fetch something to eat or drink for her but Antoinette wasn’t so sure she was that hungry, or could even eat for that matter. She shook her head, about to reply when October spoke up with some potentially distressing news. The Queen was stable, which by all accounts was amazing but she also wasn’t “here”. Wherever she was those, the way October made it sound, was not a good thing at all. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”I think we should try talking to her, reaching her wherever she is and bring her back,”[/color] Antoinette agreed with her friend. Whatever they could do to bring the Queen back, they had to at least try. She looked to Prince Flynn to see what his decision would be. While the King was preoccupied, he was more or less in charge of his mother’s well-being it seemed.