Casey very nearly waved his wife off of worrying over his arm, but there was something urgent in her touch that suggested she needed the focus.  So he sat patiently through the uniquely unpleasant sensation of his flesh knitting together again.  He studied the woman silently as she spoke, looking for the telltale signs of shock that he knew could seize people in times of duress.  When her brow touched his cheek however, some of his concern bled away.  His uninjured arm rose to cradle her head against him.<br/><br/>Casey was young, and he was brash.  The fury of the attack was fresh in his mind, and his mind growled for bloody vengeance.  Only Evelyn's plea, her vulnerability kept him from getting into his car and hunting down the blasted Rachlings.  His jaw flexed, and he tested his injury with a wince.  There was little in the way of laws protecting violent magicals.  Provided that there was no risk to the public -or that action was taken in preemptive defense of the public- there was nothing stopping Casey from tracking down the assailant and putting a swift and bloody end to him.  It was however frowned upon.<br/><br/>"We can't just let this lay, Evie."  He said, struggling to keep the fire out of his voice.  "We were attacked outside our home.  You were<i>shot.</i>If any thug I put away thinks he can just waltz up and start shooting, we'll never have peace.  I can track it.  I shot it, and it's blood is in the lot.  I can end this tonight."  His tone made the statement a question.  He was willing to hold off on his vengeance for his wife, but only just.<br/><br/>Another siren encroached, wheels squeaking to a stop on the pavement as the ambulance arrived on scene and the emergency handlers hopped out.  Moments later, a darker vehicle sped by without stopping.  That would be the DMS unit dispatched to tail the Rachlings.<br/><br/>The police officer approached once again, with the EMS.  "We'll get you two patched up, and if you don't mind, we'll take your statements."