<span style="font-style: italic">"Vitals returning to normal." he stated, "He's going to be fine. Angela. Katrina. Thank you. You've saved his life."<br/><br/>"Yeah that was stupid of me." Donta groaned, "Lucky you two were there to help." he turned and forced a smile to reassure them that he was fine, but his eyes fell on Katrina's scrapes, "Are you alright?"</span><br/><br/>Kat sighed heavily, the hand falling from her chest, she had been gripping in fear. "I'm glad you're alright." She mumbled, her voice cracking. She sighed once more, relieved that everyone was alright, and that she had managed to help. It felt good, she felt confident, somehow powerful.<br/><br/>"What?" She moved a hand over her back, she hadn't felt them initially, but now tiny beads of blood outlined the scrapes. "I'll be fine, I'll just have to remember to tell my parents so they can desalinate the house... Salt water and wounds don't mix well." She laughed, passing off the slight injuries as nothing. Her skin, thicker than others', was slow to heal, but didn't bleed much, her circulation slow. She looked from her back, to Donta's legs, the scarf had been removed by the force of the breaching, but she still felt guilty. In an attempt to shake herself free of it, for now at least, she spoke up, clearing her throat, and forcing another smile, "So I think it's lunchtime, right?" She laughed a bit, but her stomach grumbled slightly in acquiescence. She laughed slightly, she would have blushed, her hand moved over her stomach, covered by the black one piece swim-suit.