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It had taken all of her concentration to keep the faltering shield up on Chronos for as long as she had, especially through the persistent feeling that, oh, she didn't care about whether the shield was up! Chronos was a big girl who could take care of herself! Totally inappropriate actions for a Captain, she hoped Chronos would at least censure her. The broken wrist wasn't punishment enough.

Of course, then the giant enemy whale had to send all of them flying, expelling Cancer's body with it. Virgo just barely managed to snag onto her compatriot's arm with one hand before she spotted the shining marble of her part of the Surrounding. How had that monster thrown her so far?…

Luckily, she managed to course-correct and land on her feet; if she'd been a gymnast, they would have given her a ten for that landing. But this was her home; of course she would land well. Cancer crashed into her back, which was a considerably softer landing than the hard marble of the path to Temple Virgo; so even if it forced the Zodiac Captain to stagger, it could be counted as a good thing. The civilians around here weren't so lucky. Virgo's immediate attention, though, was drawn to her comrade; Cancer wasn't breathing, and her lips were starting to turn blue. Even through the glowstick blue of the whale's... something, she could see that.

She used her veil to clear Cancer's face of the blue goop and discarded it; then, still conscious of the sounds of civilians hitting the Surrounding around her, she set to work at the business of saving her comrade's life. The broken wrist complicated things, but she was a soldier with enough strength to leap several stories; she worked around it. Finally--those required first aid classes weren't a waste!

When she held her broach up to her teammate's mouth and saw the fog of Cancer's breath, only then did she stand back up. Cancer hadn't awoken, but there were civilians to tend to as well. Silently, she surveyed those who had landed with her; what she saw was intensely worrying. How were they going to treat all these injured people?

He was pretty sure that the point of this entire endeavor was to impress upon him how damn good his life actually was. There was no other reason why he would almost get a fine piece of a**, teleport to a rainbow space road, get the s**t kicked out of him by space bats, and then almost be killed by a gigantic space whale. Well, there was no other logical reason he could think of.

Hitting the ground hard, he couldn't help but scream, biting down hard on his own lip as he did. Blood filled his mouth, though the pain from that wasn't nearly enough to distract him from the horror of jostling his cracked ribs once again. He didn't even notice the gigantic gash across his forehead, ever, until he was blinking away blood from his prone position on the ground.

With his good hand, he braced himself against the road, breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Though his voice wasn't strong, he did manage to say, through gritted teeth, "Someone either take care of my goddamn ribs or knock me the ******** out right. Now."

He was trying to get up, but not doing very well. Such was the dilemma of being Gilbert Hennessy on his acid space trip, apparently.

Everything had just seemed like a normal trip to Eric till now. He had never made a habit in the past of doing mind altering drugs, but the few times he had there had been lots of unexplainable things. And honestly, what else could it have been? Giant bat wolves? Space whales? He wasnt sure who all the other people he had seen were, but it wasnt impossible to see others in a trip, was it?

But that was before he landed, his head making a loud "Crack!" as it hit the ground. For a moment, all he could hear was a high pitch ringing in his ears. He moaned and rolled over, reaching up behind his head and feeling the warm trickle of blood running through his hair. This had certainly never happened before in a trip.

"Oh man... I think Im bleeding..." He stupidly muttered, before looking around him and seeing the much worse state of the people around him. He couldnt really hear them speaking for the ringing in his ears, but he could tell some of them looked like they needed help.

He quickly checked himself, finding nothing more the the blood running down the back of his head. He pushed himself to his feet.

"DOES ANYONE NEED HELP?" He yelled, loud enough to hear himself.

After a moment's consideration, Virgo simply offered the older man an unsure smile. "I'm sorry, I don't... what I just did, that's all I know. I'll try and see if I can..." Her voice trailed off, and she walked over to help Gilbert stand. Once he was back on his feet, someone was shouting for her attention; she could hear someone else sobbing, and she stood there for a moment, conflicted. One was a girl laying on the ground, crying. The other was a boy, standing and bleeding.

Her supplies were limited, what with the veil dirtied by that sludge. But it really was only a very small section, and after she ripped the sludge-covered portion off, it made for fine bandages. "This is it," she said, obviously unhappy for more reasons than one. A splitting headache from forcing her magic when it didn't want to be forced. The loss of any ability to use her first-stage attack? Definitely not making her happier. Still, the civilians were there, and she had to look after them... At least they were being good, and helping each other.

She wrapped the boy's arm using the strip of cloth Candice had given him, adding the veil on top. "Don't worry about shredding your own clothes," she told the girl; "You'll need them when I take you back."

Then she turned to the group at large. "Hello! Those of you who can walk, please help me get those who can't close together, as close as you can, so I can start bringing you back to Destiny City." After a pause, she said, "Please move quickly. We'll gather them over here." She crossed the marble road towards Mal, and stopped just at the girl's shoulder.

Off in the distance--ten minutes' walk, maybe--the Temple Virgo floated. She looked out to it a little longingly.

"Nice to meet you Molly. I'm Candice Shermon. Please, don't call me 'Candy'." She smiled despite the pain in her left arm and used her right hand to wave at Molly. Inside her, she half wanted to tell the girl not to worry and everything would be alright, but she really didn't have any standing on how she could help make anything 'alright'.

When the man (Eric) dangled the tie in front of her and helped her put it on, Candice couldn't help but blush. She was so used to being this tough girl helping others, that it seemed a bit odd that someone was helping her. "Thank you, sir. I'll try to pay you back some how for this... Please, call me Candice."

Candice was smiling so much it was hard to tell that she was in a lot of pain, but she couldn't help herself. "Thank you, Miss Virgo, for helping us. I would of kept my shirt, but I ripped it to help some friends after the whale and bat attacks." She tugged at the bottom of her shirt, making sure she covered up her nearly visible bra. "I don't know if I could be much help, but my right arm is able! Please, ask and I shall help!"