Elana scowled when her brother started to bitch at Kyle about her slightly cut finger. The bleeding had already stopped and it hardly hurt at all. Her irritation grew a little more when Duncan got punched since he had pushed Kyle's buttons once again causing a scene as usual. One of these days she knew the two of them might kill each other in a petty argument, â€œCome on you two. Just stop acting like youâ€™re all three year olds in kindergarten; besides Iâ€™m fine Duncan. It already stopped bleeding.â€ She did not usually speak out like this and she had spoken a little softly but the guys would have been able to hear her. She crossed her arms under her breasts and walked over to Akki who, it seemed, had gotten his arm cut on the glass. She walked over to him and touched his shoulder gently to hold him still so that she could look at it, â€œAre you okay? It looks painful.â€<br/><br/>She chewed nervously on her lip as more blood flowed out a little without looking at Akkiâ€™s face. She turned enough though to look at Jenna, â€œHey Jenna! Do we have a first aid kit or anything for Akkiâ€™s arm?â€ This was looking to be a bad day since they had crashed the car before any of them were drunk or stoned. She subconsciously tugged her sleeve down her arm to make sure it was still covering her old scars and two new cuts on her wrist. The worst thing that could happen today was for Duncan to noticed them and get mad at her or even hurt that she would do such a thing to herself.