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George stumbled to a halt and thrust the honking huge first aid kit at Dr. Pierson. "Here," she said. "One first aid kit, just like you wanted."
She looked down at Eric, who was apparently still unconscious. He was actually kind of cute in a stubble-y, and currently alarming pale kind of way. She knew he wasn't going to die today because he wasn't on her list, or Daisy's. But that was no assurance that he wouldn't die tomorrow, or the day after.
"Is he going to live?" she asked abruptly. She looked at Dr. Pierson. "Can you save him--now that you have that stuff?"
OOC: Original thread is two pages back, so I've bumped it to the top.
She looked down at Eric, who was apparently still unconscious. He was actually kind of cute in a stubble-y, and currently alarming pale kind of way. She knew he wasn't going to die today because he wasn't on her list, or Daisy's. But that was no assurance that he wouldn't die tomorrow, or the day after.
"Is he going to live?" she asked abruptly. She looked at Dr. Pierson. "Can you save him--now that you have that stuff?"
OOC: Original thread is two pages back, so I've bumped it to the top.