You scrambled to remove the sheets after that, because as much as you were pissed off at her, you had to check her breathing. Fortunately, she was still alive, her breathing labored, but not dead. Giving a sigh of relief, you felt the adrenaline and anxiety that had been fueling you through it drain out of you, your legs giving out as you collapsed on top of Vespa. Turning your body to look at Ap's cocoon, you groaned "Your mom's a bitch, you know that?"