She felt of surge run through her, as Fang was laid on the couch. She was unable to think, let alone remember to breathe. Instinctively she rushed to his side, collapsing to her knees as she got to him. Her hand placed on the side of his face in a calming gesture. Her eyes wide with worry and fear.<br/>She opened her mouth, taking in a deep jagged breath. She nodded at his grandmother not even acknowledging she left the room to get the ice and towels.<br/><br/>Rin pushed his black hair out of his face, trying to air him out more. Her hand quickly got warm off his burning skin. She watched in worry as she saw his chest rise and fall in unsteady intervals of air.<br/>"Fang, can you hear me?" She said to him in a cracking voice.<br/>Her heart sank when he said nothing. Her free hand laced into his weakened palm, holding it close to her.<br/>"Please Fang, tell me if you can hear me," She trembled a little, "squeeze my hand if you can Fang."<br/><br/>She watched him with agony. Her first friend in years and she already has to watch him suffer. She felt so helpless. Like she was good for nothing. She sat there in helplessness, hoping she would soon find use of herself.