Suddenly, there were all of her old friends, around her, and helping her. A girl she didn't recognize right off tried to lift the wooden bar off of her. She seemed nice, and cute as she tried to fumble around with some medical equipment. Theseus came as well, which gave her the most crazy butterflies in her stomach. "Come on, let's get you up to your lovely, scary self." He looked so strong-willed as he tried to help her. Then, Jordan came and literally poured alcohol on her raw leg, making her frown, and grit her teeth hard, letting out a whimper, "Jordan!" She pounded the ground, and went to say something about him catching himself in his sentence earlier, but was lifted into his arms.
Michelle couldn't exactly tell where they were going, but there were a bunch of trees and brush, then she heard them. Kronos, Hyperion, and Oceanus. "The Miller girl isn't here either..." Why were they looking for her? Did Hades, her father, send them? Why would they be looking for her or the others? Michelle never honestly understood the whole relationships between the gods, and demi-gods.
Michelle slightly shook her head, tuning into their conversation. "Either way, I agree... If we get attacked again, there is no way that we will be able to defend ourselves. We should leave as soon as possible." Michelle shook her head tiredly, and rubbed her forehead, sitting on a large rock nearby. "Yeah... what she said?" Michelle chuckled slightly, feeling as if she was hungover, from all the blood loss. Her leg looked like she took an ice cream scoop and scooped out her calf. Resting her hands on her knees, she made sure her hurt, and now bandaged, leg didn't touch anything. Michelle couldn't really walk right, and wouldn't be of much use for a bit, like Jason. But Jason could heal himself, she couldn't. Just simply bring back a zombie form of a dead person. Michelle sighed at the thought of her power. It seemed useless.
Michelle didn't, and wasn't really listening to the others. Something about Manhattan? Shrugging, she decided it wasn't her fault. Half of her leg was gone, and she couldn't really do anything on her own right now. Nothing good, at least. Her clothes were pretty much gone, her pants came down to about midcalf, and had burn stains on them as well as small holes on her thighs, a few holes revealing burns on her legs. Her shirt had no sleeves now, and was mostly a grayish color, as it was pure white. There were tears in the seams, and in the torso area, with a burn or two.