[ECHIDNA]

[guillotineroom]

[you open your eyes and find yourself in a conference room, of sorts. there's a large, ovular table in the middle of the room, surrounded by enough chairs to seat every person on the team. on one side of the room is a white board, equipped with white erase markers for your strategizing (or your shitposting). on the other side of the room, hanging from the wall, is a jumbo screen]

[there are no exits]

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[survivaltricks]

[stumbling to her side, and adrenaline is the only reason he can move at all, what with his leg in the condition that it's in. his sense are burning, red tinging the edges of his vision, but he has to focus on her, not himself]

Hey-- hey! Don't move, I-- someone where has to. . . we'll get you help!

[warpweft]

[Eventually, she gasps and sucks in a breath.]

oh god.

oh god.

it's hit.

is it broken? oh god.

[She's trying to sit up, but she can't. Something on her chest is erratically flashing purple at this point, that's probably not good.]

[survivaltricks]

[SOB SOB SOBS]

[he tries to keep his voice calm]

D-- don't panic. We've got you, okay? I'll let the others do some first aid and then get you to the clinic.

Right now, I just need you to breathe.