InsaneJournal

Who: Ripley and OTA
What: Licking wounds
When: Midday
Where: Gym
Rating: TBD
Status: Active



Ripley hated being idle. Especially when there was an honest need for stuff to get done. But with her back and shin peppered with stitches from the gashes she'd gotten from flying glass, there wasn't a whole heck of a lot that Ripley could do to help ... at least not in a way that burned off energy.

The gym looked ... insane. Half the roof missing, cots filled with people in varying stages of injury scattered all over ... and a great honking hole in the floor. The couple of doctors that the place had were up to their eyeballs, trying to deal with everyone's injuries. Ripley didn't know a damn thing about treating wounds, but ... hell, there had to be /something/ she could do.

She wandered over to the nearest person that was on their feet and doing stuff, and, in an echo of something she'd done on the Sulaco (which memory drew a grimace from her) she asked. "Anything I can do to help?"