( day 5 )

[tearable]

[ As soon as Elizabeth could, the morning of Day 5, she is out looking for Angel. Her room? The lounge? The bathrooms? No, no, no. She's hurrying as much as she can because there's only a limited amount of time she can catch her without onlookers.

There's some insistence, an urgency in the way she's hobbling sorely around. Elizabeth has some important things to discuss and it's not until she gets the notion to check into areas where Angel may be: the tech lab.

Lucky her, she gets what she's looking for. Upon approaching...? Her eyes are wide at the sight she sees, the girl laying on the floor. Her heart sinks and she thinks... she thinks she discovered a dead body. Rushing forward, she carefully drops to her knees, touching at the girl with a firmness of a shake - and soon trying to find a pulse. ]

Miss!? Miss! Wake up! Angel -

[ She's a little frantic. RIP Liz's week. ]

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[injectors]

[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?