"Sorry."<br/><br/>The bloodied woman refused to look over at Ghost, even as he began to tend to her. She would not even allow sounds of pain to escape her in front of him. He picked her up and her body provided no resistance whatsoever. It was as if it knew there was no longer any real threat, so it had decided to shut down for her.<br/><br/>When she heard the first smashing bottle, she knew what Ghost was planning to do. It was really the only logical thing to do at that point. Her eyes stayed closed for the duration of the house going into flames. She was quite dizzy still.<br/><br/>Eventually Ghost had situated her into his familiar, obvious car. "Gods...damn..come...on..." she muttered as he walked around to the driver side. Plum's head rested against the cool glass of the window, wondering if Ghost had suddenly turned stupid on the account of her or if he had always been a complete idiot.<br/><br/>The anger she had wasn't a familiar breed. There was nothing she could compare it to, nothing had ever made her feel this intensely before. Her mind felt as if it were both in hyper speed and slow motion at the same time. Her chest felt hollow and her stomach felt sick---and she knew it wasn't from being attacked.<br/><br/>Her voice was soft and quiet due to her injury, but the steel was still there, "Would you care to explain...what the fuck...just happened?" She still did not look at him, defiantly staring out the window. If she looked at him, she would kill him. She felt that in her heart. If she even glanced his way she would be filled with violence that she wasn't sure she could control. Ghost's only saving grace was that Plum likely was too physically exhausted to do anything at that very moment.