[Luckily for Elizabeth, it won't be difficult to find a pulse. It's there, strong and steady as if Angel is simply taking a nap. If it weren't for the blood that's dribbled down from her nose and smeared itself all over her face, that would almost be believable.
But as Elizabeth continues to check over her, Angel will soon begin to stir. With a weak, pained groan, she opens her eyes to look at Elizabeth. Or, well, to try and look at Elizabeth. Her gaze is clearly unfocused and disoriented, for whatever reason.]
Judy...? [Slowly, almost tentatively. Then there's a sharp inhale of breath, and her right hand is coming up to rub at her injured upper arm. Seems like she fell on it when she collapsed.] No, you're — Elizabeth? What... What happened?
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But as Elizabeth continues to check over her, Angel will soon begin to stir. With a weak, pained groan, she opens her eyes to look at Elizabeth. Or, well, to try and look at Elizabeth. Her gaze is clearly unfocused and disoriented, for whatever reason.]
Judy...? [Slowly, almost tentatively. Then there's a sharp inhale of breath, and her right hand is coming up to rub at her injured upper arm. Seems like she fell on it when she collapsed.] No, you're — Elizabeth? What... What happened?