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Started April 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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(oh whoops okay)

Daso lowered Cicada onto a cot. "Yeah, she did. I've done enough swimming for the rest of the year, honestly." He smiled, teasing.

Lucian nodded and smiled faintly. “Any wounds that are bleeding out? You already did CPR, yes?”

"Yes," Daso replied. "I don't know how hurt she is, though, but the sirens had some pretty sharp fangs and claws." He subconsciously rubbed at his neck, where blood still trickled.

He nodded, standing up and feeling a little pitiful. These people probably think I'm so lame thinking that rope burns are a bad injury

Joanna got up. "Come on, those look pretty bad."

Lucian nodded, his eyes flicking to Daso’s throat. “I’m looking at you next, so don’t tun off,” He said. He checked over Cicada, brows furrowed. There seemed to be a claw mark on her ankle area from when she had been dragged. He dabbed at it with a bit of gauze, cleaning the blood away before wrapping it tightly.

Ryan rolled his eyes at Joanna. "Fine. You need to show me where the infirmary is though. I think I went there once, but I have no clue where it is."

She nodded. "Sure thing, Ryan. This way."

He some-what reluctantly followed her, holding his hands stiffly by his sides.

(Sorry I left so abruptly!)

Dark, black. All Morrigan could see was black, filling her lungs, infiltrating her mind, beckoning to her to succumb, to give in to it. And she wanted to. She wanted to so bad. The black was where her brother was, where her mother was. Little by little, Morrigan began to give in.

(Almost dead but not quite)

Joanna and Ryan walked into the infirmary. "Hey, Lucian, After your done there, could you take a look at Ryan?"

"I'm fine…." He mumbled, feeling a little guilty for taking up Lucian's time.

Morrigan was an inch away from death, but one thing kept her fighting. The crew, the ship. Leah, Daso, Alice, Cicada, Ryan. Lucian.

Lucian nodded, his eyes flicking to Daso’s throat. “I’m looking at you next, so don’t tun off,” He said. He checked over Cicada, brows furrowed. There seemed to be a claw mark on her ankle area from when she had been dragged. He dabbed at it with a bit of gauze, cleaning the blood away before wrapping it tightly.

"Thanks Lucian," Cicada looked down at her ankle, "Also I was not lured over. One just caught me off guard, while I was stuck in the water after trying to help Morrigan."

Lucian nodded slowly, stepping away once he was done. He leaned back against the table that Morrgain was layed out on. He knew the water had to be out of her lungs, but he was still worried. He rubbed gently at Morrigan’s wrist and gave Cicada an appreciative smile. “Thank you for that.”

"I'm fine…." He mumbled, feeling a little guilty for taking up Lucian's time.

"On second thought, I could probably find an herb paste to slap on that." Joanna said when she spotted Morrigan on the table. She turned to Lucian. "Is she…?"

Lucian looked up at Joanna and shook his head slowly. “Barely, it seems. She should pull through, she’s strong,” he responded, struggling to keep his voice from shaking.

She nodded. "O-okay, we'll leave. Come on Ryan." She turned and headed to the kitchen.

Lucian nodded slowly, stepping away once he was done. He leaned back against the table that Morrgain was layed out on. He knew the water had to be out of her lungs, but he was still worried. He rubbed gently at Morrigan’s wrist and gave Cicada an appreciative smile. “Thank you for that.”

"No problem," Cicada, "It was really Daso that helped her. I just held back the sirens."

“Either way, you still helped out,” Lucian said, his eyes trained on the faint rise and fall of Morrigan’a chest.

Should I be sad about this? I barely know these people…I'm not supposed to feel too sad about that one guy, Ace, right? I know Morrigan a little…but not enough to be too sad about it…. Ryan shook his head, following Joanna.

"I guess," Cicada murmured. Her eyes grew heavy and she fell asleep on the cot.

Joanna unlocked the kitchen and rummaged through the herbs she had. "Let's see, I think this will do." She set to grinding the leaves to a pulp. She looked up as she did so. "Say, you alright? You look a little down."

"Yeah, I'm fine." He reassured her as he sat down on a nearby stool. "Just new-kid-nervousness."

Joanna nodded. "I get ya." As she ground the herbs, her mind found itself wondering back to the siren that had taken Jordan's form. She tried to supress a shudder.

Morrigan’s eyes fluttered weakly open and she rolled over into her side and heaved all the saltwater out of her lungs. Her hands shook trying to support her and she collapsed back down onto her back, each breath sending a fresh spurt of pain through her body.