<div style="text-align: justify;">Everything was wrong; everyone was leaking red. Unfortunately not the blood bender, Hana noted, but pretty much everyone else. Hana wanted to go back to her cell, where everything was safe and normal and nobody died. She grabbed the bloody hand in front of her with both of her own, patting it clumsily. <span style="color: #00FFFF">"'s okay, 's okay,"</span> she mumbled, more to herself than to the ghost in front of her.<br/><br/>She turned her head to see the red-head, breathing heavily, being healed by the obnoxious kid, and her eyes sparkled with a sudden flash of inspiration. <span style="font-style: italic">She</span> could do nothing for this person. But <span style="font-style: italic">they</span> could. She rose as far as she could without letting go of the hand. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Please... Please help."</span> She looked at the the two benders with glazed eyes. The girl was badly hurt, but clearly healing, and Hana was still in awe about how she had made the bullets zoom out of her body. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Is still alive, but not much longer. Please help."</span> She was begging now, desperately hoping that the blood bender would overlook his obvious dislike for her and help the man dying on the floor.</div>