[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] Medical Science [hr][hr][/center]	Jack was Megan's brother - it was part of her job to tease him. Her first instinct, even when seeing that he was feeling wounded from her remarks, was to follow up on them with, [color=silver]"of course, you make a lovely human shield,"[/color] she said softly. She then rolled her eyes at him. [color=silver]"Yes, I know you are handy in a fight, brother of mine,"[/color] she then reassured him. She wasn't the most warm or nurturing of people and she wasn't used to Jack needing that sort of validation from her. It was probably just a bunch of emotions from everything going on - emotions that Megan, at least she claimed, did not share. She didn't have any reason to be upset or angry or nervous or even happy about all of this, nope, not a single reason at all. 

	The pirates were firing at them, Hansel and Gretel diving into the water, and Megan ducked her head down, trying to avoid the bullets flying their way. She felt relieved when none pierced her and their guides, soaking wet, scrambled up into the boat without anyone capsizing. That's when she saw the blood blossoming from Sierra's wound. As a medical examiner, Megan had gone to medical school, completing all of the required units and rotations, including one in emergency surgery. [color=silver]"I'm a doctor, let me help her,"[/color] Megan said, using her words to more or less shoo everyone else away. She made her way carefully over to Sierra, ripping some strips of cloth off of her own clothing and using them to put pressure on Sierra's wound, stopping the bleeding. She managed to stabilize her. [color=silver]"You'll live, although you'll want to clean the bandages regularly once we have one, infections are a nasty way to die - colorful, but painful."[/color]