Agent York
"God, Epsilon really does suck at first-aid." I mutter to myself, wrapping up his head with the bandages. "Omega...Omega, can you hear me?" I shake him awake. "I need you to stay up with me."
Sigma: Ambition
A smile falls on my face. "You're going to have to ask Felix that. It's his wedding." I say, pointing him towards Felix. I smile over at Meta before yawning.