<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br/><strong>On the street</strong><br/><strong>With everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The entire right half of Mayson's face stung quite badly and her head was still ringing when Michelle rolled her over on to her back and began tending to her hand. Either the backhand that she'd received or her subsequent fall had cause the wound above her ear to reopen partially, soaking the bandage that Miguel had wrapped around the top of her head in fresh blood.<br/><br/>She thought it was Sana hovering over her at first, but as she regained more of her consciousness, Mayson realized that it wasn't. Then she happened to notice Michelle's bag and a sudden rage started to bubble up inside of her. Not because she'd gotten hurt, but because this detour just to get a stupid, worthless bag had put the love of her life in danger, and in the heat of the moment she'd gone back to blaming Michelle for that.<br/><br/>Mayson was just about to lash out at Michelle when the girl started to cry, her tears pulling at the blonde's heartstrings enough to make her restrain herself even despite the anger that she was feeling. Michelle was still her friend, and she just couldn't bring herself to be cruel to somebody that was already suffering, so she held her tongue and quietly went with Sana when she came to guide her along. The blonde's feelings towards the two thugs were very different, however. She felt no remorse for them, not even any guilt for the one that she'd most likely killed. Mayson never would have thought herself capable of doing anything like that, much less living with herself afterwards, but who could really predict how they would feel in such an extreme and unlikely situation?<br/><br/>"I'm fine," Mayson replied curtly before giving Sana a quick embrace. It wasn't entirely true - now that her adrenaline was subsiding somewhat and her focus was shifting away from the pain in her face, she realized that she must have landed on her injured left wrist, because it was was hurting like all hell to the point where it was making her eyes water and she had to fight back her tears. Between that and the gash on her right palm, both of her hands were rendered almost useless. It didn't matter, Mayson was tired of being afraid and useless like she had been since the start of this whole nightmare that they were going through, she wanted to be strong now until they made it back home.