The Battle That Ended The Century

[cityship]

People say that war is hell. This looked it.

Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.

The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.

A breather. The calm before the storm.

[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Nice work, Cassie" Kate grinned, but stayed near Tony to support. "You can sleep for a week after this if you want, I'm tired too. Just hang on ok?"

"Here, just lean on me so we can get that looked at."

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Tony slumped. He'd get through this. He just needed to stay awake. He blinked again and shook his head. "Alright, alright... I'm awake."

[staturity]

"Let's see. Alright here. Dressings and saline." She nudged at the different vials. "Uh, crap. Kate, can you read German? In case any of these are antibiotics or- ah, I'll set to work cleaning and getting this on first." She crouched and unrolled some of the makeshift bandage she had put on earlier, then cleaned the wound before rolling on the new medical dressings.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Uh, not really? Let me see." Kate stared at some of the vials, trying to use syntax to figure it out. She only knew a smattering from a musical perspective, and knew more Italian and Latin.

"I think that might be the painkiller one? I'm not sure. Better to hold off."