"EVELYN- you better be alright, and you better not be causing trouble, because I don't have time to deal with little spoiled girls right now!!" Oliver yelled down the hallway at the top of her lungs, as she retreated back into the room.
"Good grief, the explosions probably aren't helping with her stupor." Oliver said anxiously, as she rushed to Elizabeth's side. She took off her own jacket, to cover her. "Bride-" Oliver began, not knowing Elizabeth's actual name, "Bride, stay with us right now. You need to stay conscious until we can get you help." She lightly shook Elizabeth by her shoulder. "Banshee, if you have any food, get it for her, she needs energy. We need to send for a doctor, or at least get her to a hospital, if they'll accept us." Oliver leaned down, trying to gage if the Bride was breathing, knowing fully well how little the hospitals for the common people like themselves could do.














