Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20141128025103/@comment-7497475-20150325080731

While sitting in her office, Lyra could feel a source of uncontrollable rage and anger entering the infirmary. Or rather, she could see a young lady looking particularly annoyed, stomping her way to the room Carol was in. Smiling to herself, Lyra went back to drinking the extra strength coffee while looking over her scroll.

"Poor Carol. I hope he doesn't need to stay here any longer once she's reached him."

The door to the room Carol was in very nearly slammed open. In it stood Ange, looking pissed off. Closing the door gently but vigorously, she stomped over to his bed, careful to make sure no one else was in the room with them before yelling at him.

"What the hell Carol! How could you go out and nearly kill yourself like that? Do you know what it's like getting a message in the middle of the night telling you the team leader is lying half dead in the infirmary? I spent half an hour getting Esmer to settle down enough to go back to sleep. So? What possessed you to end up like this?"

With her hands on her hips, Ange was glaring down at him. Now that she could see him, he didn't even seem to be that badly hurt. She had half a mind to add to Carol's injuries just for making the rest of his team worry so much.