<strong>Jason Jefferson - Calming down only to rev back up...</strong><br/><br/>With most of the fighting taken care of save for the werewolf that was still running about, Jason saw the girl, Sam, he'd find out later, go down and his battle rage melted away at the same time he saw the spray of blood shoot out of her stomach from his silver nitrate round ripping through her.  He dropped his gun, luckily on the bar, in shock, having never expected to accidentally shoot an innocent bystander in the middle of all this madness, and then of course the cops arrived to make things worse.  Then something else appeared to make things rather interesting, but he paid it no mind as he jumped the bar and helped Al try to keep Sam going a bit longer, adding pressure to the wound with his own hands.  "Hey, snap out of it!  Al wasn't it?  Get towels, anything you can to help bind this up until help arrives.  MOVE!"  He shouted, knowing there wasn't much time, ignoring the cold he felt around Sam's skin, chalking it up to the rain outside she had walked in from and the fact she was bleeding out right here on the floor, unaware he was helping a sworn enemy, a vampire.  Course, his mind would change about saving her the moment he found out what she was.  For now, she was an innocent bystander that needed aid, and it was his fault she needed it to begin with.