Part of her knew that if he did die it wouldn't have been her fault really...but perhaps he wouldn't be in a better state if she had been quieter...maybe she hadn't been as careful as she could have been. Either way she felt solely responsible for his current state, her hands stroking the side of his face, her heart praying for him to wake up. As she heard the faintly groaned words Chaz beamed with renewed hope at the man beside her. "No, you're not, thank God...you nearly were though."<br/><br/>Holding his hand she let May check him over, simply happy to see him awake. Stroking his hand with her thumb she realised she'd hardly been breathing through nerves, sighing with relief as it sank in that he was going to be alright. She tried to keep out of the way and stayed quiet, although she didn't want to leave him completely. It was strange, he was her first contact since her parents had gone missing and maybe it was his sudden fateful accident that reminded her how fragile their lives were now. Looking around at the people in the room she counted herself lucky, being one of the few to only be sporting a few cuts and bruises, save for the gash on her arm.