Malia gave Carson’s hand a squeeze as he stood to leave, smiling and closing her eyes into his brief kiss to her forehead. He knew that he was having a hard time with Sunny being so injured, she knew he blamed himself. That would be something she would address with him later, she needed to let him wrap his head around everything first. None of this was his fault, there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent this. It was Sunny’s choice to come with Malia, and it was Sunny’s choice to push back the Hunter forces. She watched him walk away, her eyes glued to his back until he disappeared from the room entirely. Even though he was only walking down the hall, she felt a piece of heart heart go with him, she always did, he was part of her being.<br/><br/>Somalia was resting against her chair when the monitor bwgan to beep quickly, dragging her attention to the still-sleeping Sunny. She watched her and the monitor for a moment, until she watched as Sunny’s eyes began to flutter open. She was immediately up and by Sunny’s side, her hand on her back to try and gently help her sit up. However, both women were in for a surprise as she fell back down. Malia let go, giving her some space, watching her with furrowed eyebrows as the Strider stared to her feet. Her next words sent Malia’s heart to her stomach. Malia sighed softly and bit her lip, putting her hand on Sunny’s arm. She didn’t even know what to say. “You’ll be okay, sit up for me.” She helped Sunny scoot back against her pillow, being gentle with her movements. She then snatched a pen, walking to the end of the bed towards Sunny’s feet.<br/><br/>She gently uncovered her feet, just as Carson walked in with their food. She saw his confused, and excited look to see Sunny awake, but she subtly shook her head. She looked back to Sunny, then, taking a breath. “Okay, look at Carson, okay?” After Sunny averted her eyes, Malia took the tip of her closed pen, dragging it across the bottom of Sunny’s bare foot from heel to toe. When she didn’t get a reaction, she moved to the other foot. She pressed harder this time, dragging her pen up her foot once again. Again, when she was given no reaction, Malia held back an audible sigh. She put her pen away, and moved back into the line of vision of Sunny. “Let’s not panic just yet, okay? We don’t know for sure. But...” she bit her lip, looking down. “I just ran a pen up your foot, and I didn’t get a reflex.” She knew that Sunny would begin to either Panic, or try to get out of bed, so she put her hands on her arm. “But we will figure this out, you hear me?”