After she spoke, everything seemed to happen so fast. The gun was aimed at her again, the feeling in the pit of her stomach told her its intent was to kill rather than just maim. Suddenly it wasn't there, the sounds of breaking and crunching bones filling her ears as Warren forced it away. A nice hole in the wall and an unconscious man on the floor, Kai was able to force herself up into a sitting position.<br/><br/>The Warren was by her and....wait. Where was the pain in her arms? The searing heat from the wound on her side. Looking down, she saw it all gone; the hole in her shoulder, the graze wounds... When she looked at Warren, she knew why. He'd taken it all from her. Blood was already starting to stain his jacket and shirt. She wanted to call him an idiot, tell him that she would have been fine. But she didn't have the chance.<br/><br/>With his forehead pressed to hers, his hand on her cheek, she closed her eyes, listening to his voice in her head. I was fine, she said, her voice soothing. She could tell he felt bad, that he hurt for more than just one reason. I mean...except for getting shot. That...probably could have been avoided. Then she went quiet as all of his feelings rushed over her like a wave. Even if she'd tried to struggle to get away from them, the tide was too strong and she let it engulf her because...she felt the same way. It was hard to say whether it was love for her; she didn't know what it was to love someone other than her parents, but there was something there...something strong.