TF2 A little bit of peace

Grace had been laying on her side, to where her wounded ankle was resting on the unbroken one. Her emotional drain had been leaking all over the team. She had just hollered  at the BLU Sniper for being in her room without permission. She felt a bit bad for shouting all those things she said to him. Still she was far too worn out to care. It just took a lot of energy out of her emotionally. She just wanted to lay down and not think about it. Saphira said that he wasn't that bad, but then again, it wasn't her room the sniper was getting into. She would need to take his key to her room away later. She just wanted to lay down on her side, and take a nice rest. Just to feel normal for a little while.

A quiet subtle knocking came from the other side of the door. She looked up at it, not getting out of her spot on the bed. If it was Sniper there was no way he was getting in. "Umm mademoiselle? May I come in?" Hearing the frenchman's voice made her feel a tiny bit better. "I uhh... I wanted to have a small talk with you." She sat up, and swung her legs over, and grabbed her crutches hoisting herself up on them. Grabbing the doorknob, and opening the door, he looked like he was a bit cautious, not knowing if she would lash out. "Hello, Grace." He smiled nervously. He reached down, and picked up a bag. "I umm. I brought you some food from the cafeteria in case you were hungry." He smiled to her. She looked at him raising an eyebrow.

Upon her crutch back to the bed, he followed inside. She sat down on her bed, looking to the floor, twiddling her thumbs. He knew she was having it rough, and sat down next to her. Hooking an arm around her she leaned into him. His shirt was an incredibly baggy American football jersey. It said something in french which she didn't want to bother with. She enjoyed being in relaxation clothes. Lately the soldier had allowed them to wear what they wanted, and she felt more comfortable in loose fitting clothes, as opposed to her tight fit uniform.

"I took it too far with the hollering didn't I?" She said in a flat tone.

Spy looked down at her acting surprised at what she said. "Don't worry about it dear! I don't think Sniper was really taking it to heart." She looked up at  him blankly. "Well, perhaps he will take it a little." He said rubbing the back of his mask. "Alright. Maybe a lot." He sighed heavily

"Now Spy. You know that Snipes is quite forgiving." Saphira stood in the doorway. "Don't worry about it too much Grace..." She shrugged.

"I know, I shouldn't. I just feel like I shouted at an angel." She said staring up at him. "It doesn't feel good." He sighed pressing a fist against the bridge of his nose.

He opened the bag, and took out a bowl of noodles. "He shouldn't have gone into your room. I agree with you on that." He said, grabbing a pair of chopsticks from the bag. "Though, I can tell, that usually you wouldn't mind him going through your room, so something sparked this new action. Did something happen to you in the RED base?" He said putting the bag and food on the table. "Grace, look at me." He grabbed the sides of her face, and stared her in the eyes. "Did one of the team members touch you in a way that was wrong or take advantage of you?" As he held her face, tears started to glitter her eyes, and her nose ran a bit as she started breaking down, in front of him. He looked at her for a moment, then glanced at her horrified. "Oh, God, no" he whispered as he started shaking his head. Suddenly as he hadn't expected, she plunged into his chest as she started to let it all out. He wrapped his arms around her not knowing exactly what to do, what to think or what to feel.

Saphira stood there and listened quietly. Looking up, the Spy pursed his lips at the girl in the doorway. He instinctively buried his face in her hair. "I shouldn't have asked you." He said feeling terrible for causing her to cry.

Saphira sighed, mumbling to herself. "It was as I had feared..." She was going to give the RED Sniper a hell of a time on the battlefield.

Grace looked up, at him and Saphira. "I prefer you to know rather than just pretend it didn't happen." She said to her two teammates. "You two are my friends I prefer you to know."

The frenchman still shaking slightly from his newfound knowledge couldn't really form words. He was still dumbstruck.

Saphira on the other hand looked at her Cherokee friend with sad eyes, "You shouldn't have had to go through that Grace... I'm sorry I wasn't awake..."

She didn't blame her. It wasn't her fault one bit. She knew she would jump to blaming herself "It's not your fault. If I had woken you up, he would have slit my throat. You didn't know" She then took her eyes off of both of them. "I like you both better as friends, than as teammates." She said looking down, as she wiped her tears away.

Suddenly the group heard a loud thudding sound coming from the next room, like somebody was flopping around drunk. Grace looked up confused of what it might have been. "What was that?"

Saphira, being her worrisome self, quickly ran into the other room. Grace had stayed in looking at Spy, a bit puzzled at what it might have been. Reaching the door the Huntress quickly opened it up. The sight was like something from a horror movie.

Grace looked at the Spy, wondering what could have happened. "What do you think that was all about?" Grace asked.

He looked over to the wall, shrugging. "Sniper might just be drunk."

All of a sudden their comfort levels dropped drastically, when they heard Saphira hollar!

"FELIX! HELP!"

Upon hearing screaming, the Spy stood up, and looked out the door, in which Grace followed quickly. She got in her wheelchair, knowing it was faster to move around in. The pair saw Saphira dash down the hallway towards the medical ward.

She burst through the doors, startling the German doctor, "Vhat is vrong, Saphira?"
"Snipes is having a seizure!"
His eyes widened as he picked up his medical bag and dashed down the hallway to Snipers room, Saphira close behind.

The two saw them come running back down, as they ran towards the Australian's room. Grace was frightened and stared up the Spy that was getting concerned. "What do we do?" She looked up at the Spy. "What's going on?" She started to get flustered.

"I don't know." He laid a hand on her shoulder. By now all the members of the team were out of their rooms, staring down the hall, halfway through their doorways.

"Make vay!" The German man ran down the hallway with the Huntress close behind, the two making their way into the room. People were starting to hold their noses. The hallway started to smell like blood. The hot coppery smell filled the hallway, and everybody wondered what it was that had caused the smell. When they assumed something happened to the Sniper people started whispering. The Engineer, his room sitting across from Sniper stood on his toes to see what happened, and covered his mouth in shock.

The next thing they saw come out of the room was the Medic holding the front of the stretcher with an oxygen mask over his face squeezing a balloon like device to get him to breath. Saphira was on the other end of the stretcher with a look of pure worry on her face.The veins in the Sniper's neck were revealing that he couldn't breath. Everybody gasped in horror.

Grace in a total fit of panic rushed out of her room, with the Spy pushing her in the wheelchair. They tried to keep up, but upon reaching the medical ward, Saphira held out a hand to keep them from going any further. "Stay out here, please. I'm sorry." Grace's lip was quivering. She had no idea what was happening, but just wheeled up to the window to watch from outside. In hardly anytime at all, the entire team was sitting outside the room.

Felix lifted the large man onto the operating table. The mask was replaced by a tube, that was stuck into his mouth, followed by an oxygen mask that covered half of his entire face. Saphira was busy velcroing a blood pressure sleeve to his arm, along with an oxygen reader clipped to his finger.

"Is there anything else you want me to do?"

Felix motioned over to a door that was steel plated. "Ja! I need you to run in zhere. On zhe counter zhere are labels for different people and zheir blood supply zhat zhey donated. I need you to find Snipers!"

She nodded and ran into the other room, "Scout... Soldier... Ah!" She grabbed the blood bag and rushed back over to Felix. He thanked her. And hooked him up to the bag. He ran back into the room, and told her to watch him for a moment. Looking at the shelf that held Sniper's bag, it was empty. He had only the bag that Saphira had given him, and he feared it wouldn't be enough. There were just one pint worth of his own blood, and he had already lost about two and a fourth liters. If he was going to save the Aussie, somebody was going to need to give some up and the blood type would have to match as well.

He looked at the chart on his shelf, and compared it to the rest of the team's chart. Only one matched. It was the last person he ever considered. Grace matched his blood type, and his alone. He searched for a spare bag, but all she had was a half pint left. He should have remembered from how much blood she lost during the heart surgery. He would take care of that later though. For now, he had to close the Sniper's wounds before he lost any more blood than he already did.

Not knowing quite what else to do, he came back out of the blood room, with her bag in hand.

The team watched as they hooked the sniper up to a blood bag. The red snaking it's way through the tube, as he was injected with his own fluids. As soon as that was taken care of, Felix told Saphira she could move back now. She did as told, as she watched the Medic start to stitch the arms up as best he could. Once his first arm was fully stitched up, the two heard a sound that scared the team. They heard him crashing! The line flat against the screen. The spy winced, and covered Graces' face with a palm over her eyes. This was something she certainly did not need to see.

Felix's heart skipped a beat of it's own. He reached for the defibrillator, and dragged it towards the man. He checked the voltage on the machine, and pressed them against his chest.

"Clear!"

His torso jolted up slightly as the team stared in horror. When his body jolted up, Grace jumped in shock of seeing his body zapped. The line stayed flat against the machine. It had failed, as he tried again. "Still flat lined, Once more..., and clear!" He shocked him again. His torso once again, jumped a bit and his pulse came back.

Saphira gave a shaky sigh of relief, she had been scared that they might have lost the Aussie. Felix though didn't know if it was a close call or just a taste of what might happen again. He lost an extremely high amount of blood. This was the first time he would ever say he has experience a class four hemorrhage. As he stitched the other arm up, he tossed a gauze towards her, and proceeded to wrap his arms up. They went around slowly, and consistently. The Medic sighed glancing at the man.

Meanwhile as the Sniper laid in his unconsciousness, he met somebody he had not met in a long time. He opened his eyes to someplace he was bit surprised to see. He looked around where the area he was in was totally brightened by the sun. A long stretch of red rock going endlessly in the distance. To his right his parents house just sitting ever so precisely on the road, just as he had remembered it. The chimes ringing delicately in the wind. He looked at himself. He wore a comfortable white shirt, with white pants, as if he were in a hospital room. Behind him came a small squeak of slightly rusty chains. With tears in his eyes he turned around knowing exactly who it was going to be.

Sitting in a rusty old swing set was a young girl, just about Grace's age. She looked exactly like Grace. She was just as tall, with the same body shape, and same face. Her eye shape, and hair length matched so well, granted her skin was more lightly colored, and her hair was chestnut, and not black. She slowly swung, back and forth smiling at the tall Aussie.

The Sniper brushed his tears away, and walked over to the younger girl, sitting in the other  swing next to her. He looked over at her, as she stared out into the distance. Feeling nervous about where he really was. "You're dead." He said looking straight at her.

She grinned smirking at him. "Oh, you really are me big brother aint ya? One needn't be a genius to pick up on that." She said in an Australian accent.

"Am I... dead too?" He said expecting the answer would be a simple yes.

She smiled a big grin at him and leaned against his shoulder. "Not quite" she chuckled looking at him. She got out of her swing, and buttoned up the highest button on his shirt. "Blimey! How did mom and dad raise such a mess." She grumbled.

Meanwhile the BLU Spy and Grace had fallen asleep. Considering the fact that Grace had suffered from a horrid nightmare that morning, found the BLU Sniper sneaking around in her room, hollering at him to get out, revealing to the spy, and Saphira of what she had been through, seeing the BLU Sniper have a convulsive seizure, and momentarily die during an emergency operation, she felt she deserved a small nap.

She was huddled up against the spy, wrapped around him like a candy bar wrapper, as he laid back in the recliner, with his feet up. It was one of those few moments where the team saw him not smoking. As he snored lightly, his fingers twitched slightly. Apparently he was dreaming. Grace was against the Spy's chest asleep soundly with her ear pressed up against the spy's heart. When Saphira and Felix came out of the emergency room, the Frenchman, and his slumbering companion were the only two left in the waiting room. It was rather adorable seeing two people known for their expertise in killing cuddled up in such an innocent way. They hated to wake the two up, but it was of dire importance.

Felix turned to Saphira who nodded back at him.The German put a firm hand on the Spy's shoulder, he snorted awake. Rubbing his eyes with his palms, he looked up at the two that were staring down at him. "Spy, ve need to talk to Grace. Ve have some important information zhat... ve need to discuss viss her." He looked down at the girl, who he was sitting with. Being the only man on the team who knew what truly happened, he felt a small duty to keep her close. Everybody seemed like a monster, granted Saphira.

He tightened his grip on her, slightly and buried his nose and mouth in her hair.

"Spy... I know you want to protect her, but this is about saving Sniper's life. If he dies... she'll most likely blame it on herself." He looked down at her, and nodded.

He pressed his hand on her shoulder, gently, and called her name. "Grace, Grace."  He said. Suddenly she gasped squeezing the spy's arms waking up with a sudden jolt. "Shhh! Shhh! Grace stay calm! It's us! It's just us!" When she realized where she was, she finally managed to calm down. She sighed heavily in the spy's embrace. "The doctor and Huntress have something they need to tell you." She moved out of the Spy's arms and stood up.

"How is he?" She asked her body trembling.

Felix took a step forward. "Grace I've have some bad news."

Grace's face paled "Oh, God! Sniper died didn't he?" Her body started to tremble.

"Nein, nein, nein!" Felix held his hands up trying to keep her from jumping to conclusions. "He isn't dead. He's still alive. Ve've managed to stabilize him." He said pointing to the room. The Sniper was incredibly pale, and hooked up to a red bag of blood hanging on an I.V. rack. An oxygen mask covered his face. Grace sighed with relief. "He sliced his vrists open, and cut bose of zhe arteries."

"Jesus Christ!" Grace mumbled a bit sickened by the thought. "How much blood did he lose?"

Saphira took a deep breath thinking about it. Felix answered. "A couple liters. To be more precise about two and a quarter. He has suffered severe hemorrhaging. Class four to be precise. Class four is the vorst case zhere is. Had ve vaited a few moments longer he vould be dead."

The young woman's body cringed. Just the simple thought of it made her want to shake. "Well, then it's a good thing that Saphira found him in time." She smiled. "I guess we should just leave the waiting room for now, and let Felix take over, huh?"

Saphira sighed, "Grace... we don't have enough blood to replace all that he's lost and..."

"You're zhe only one in zhe base zhat matches his blood type." Felix finished.

Grace looked worriedly. "Well, what about a transfusion of what I have left on the shelves? Maybe you could use anything I have left? You have some leftover from my surgery right? I mean, you can't say that it can't be used!"

Saphira pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose. "You don't have enough blood left over. We used what little you had left along with his own."

Felix put an arm around Saphira letting her know that he would take over. "I vill need to take some from you, and... attempt a direct blood transfer." He looked down not really happy with his next choice of words. "Now, I vill have to take some from you to him, but considering ze fact zhat you are much smaller, and in proportion, you have less blood..."

Grace looked down. "So, I might get drained too much?!" She said sounding like she was having trouble with that thought.

"No, you von't be killed. I vill draw as much blood as possible from your body vitssout trying to put you in a life zhreatening position or anysing near severe enough. You might feel a bit cold, and pale, and... feel like you're running a bit on empty. I von't let your body go into any type of shock, but I vill need to take about a liter, just to keep him from having any lasting effects. He vould still be short half a liter, but he vould be able to go on zhat, but your body, and taking a whole liter... I don't know if zhat would be healssy."

She looked over at the Spy, and then into the room with the Auzzie. She wasn't afraid of it as much as she thought she would be. "Alright. I accept the procedure. If I go into any shock of any kind, it would be worth his life." She said to the German man. He nodded slowly. Grace took one final glance at the Spy.

"I'll be right outside the room." He said holding her hand in his. "If you need me just say so." She nodded taking hold of the German's hand and he escorted her into the room, leaving Saphira and the Spy alone in the waiting room. They sat there with their thoughts racing. It was hard on them to be focused on one subject within their heads, when much bad had happened.

As the Sniper sat in his childhood swing set with his dead sister, he looked at her, his lips pursed in anger. "I should be the one dead, not you." He said his head sharply turning away.

"Why" she asked grabbing his hat pulling the brim up. "Why do you think you should be the dead one, and not me?" His eyes drifted up to hers, when she tugged up on the hat.

"Because" He jerked away once again, his body shaking. "Because some people that live deserve death, and others that die deserve life, and it just ain't fair! The world we live in has too much bad happ'nin!" He said clutching gently onto her hand. "Because the pathetic embarrassin family screw up killers should die slow miserable deaths, while the charmin little baby sistah's with cancer should live happy fulfillin' lives." He said holding his face in his hands. "Why, Alice? Why was it you, and not me?" he sputtered barely able to speak.

"Oh, Zane! Don't you see? Life is random! But that don't mean nothin' happens for a reason." She said grabbing hold of his head hugging him close. "Dying is just another part of life." She smiled staring into his eyes.

Suddenly the large man grabbed hold of her and hugged her as tight as he could. "I miss you so much." He said crying. "I think of you everyday." She patted him slowly on the back.

She pulled away smiling. "I know, Zane," She said. "When people die, it's the distance that hurts." She said shrugging. "Don't really matter who's doin' the leavin'." He sat back down onto the swing. When he looked down at his arms, they were slit wide open, but the blood didn't ooze out.

Laughing a little bit, he turned back to Alice who was returned to sitting on her swing. "Everybody is gonna hate me fer doin this." He smirked raising a brow.

Alice looked down at the long slits, not really reacting much. "You think you don't deserve it?" She asked scratching her head. "Look, I know, Grace reminds you of me." She said her voice serious. "But, she isn't me, no matter how much you want her to be." She whispered. "So don't treat her like somebody she idn't" The young girl, then looked down. "Still, she does need a big brother figure in her life."

Meanwhile Saphira, and Spy were sitting in the waiting room, as they watched the Medic put a blood pressure sleeve on her, he made it incredibly tight, and told her to squeeze a ball in her hand. He then grabbed the iodine, and cleaned her off, and then marked her vein. The Spy watched as Grace turned the other way, as the German man sunk a sharp needle into her arm. The Frenchman sat in an uncomfortable silence, his legs crossed, as he sat there smoking a cigarette. His eyes were glued to the three people in the medical ward. There wasn't really much that he felt like saying to Saphira. He never really talked too much to Saphira, in the first place. Besides, the two mercenaries were thinking the exact same thoughts. Finally the uncomfortable silence was enough.

"She's a brave girl"

The frenchman took a ragged breath letting it out slowly. "It's impossible to believe all this chaos has ensued." He said pulling his cigarette out of his mouth. "This is almost too much to handle." Glancing over at the girl next to him. "Do you think she needs some extra company? I could perhaps give her a bit of my own time." Saphira looked at him, with a look that stated she would be perfectly fine. She was in an emergency room for God's sake. His sigh was clear that he got the message. "Oui, Felix knows what he's doing."
She nods.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this, but..." his mask managed to cover most of the blush on his face. "which one was it?"

"It was their Sniper..."

His eyes squeezed shut, and his jaw clenched. It was unholy, selfish, and unfair. He knew that there was nothing that could compare. Rape was not just rape. He knew it had the power to break people! "I want to murder him."

She sighed, "I do too... but it wouldn't be right. It wouldn't do her justice."

"Why does she trust me so much?" he thought out loud. "Ever since the accident she trusts me."

Saphira tapped her chin, "I'm not sure..."

The Spy wondered if it had to do with his RED counterpart. Had the RED tried to stop the Sniper? If he did, then why would he try to stop the Sniper? Maybe he was kinder than he thought. He had been waiting for a long moment, and was close to dozing off. When he looked up at the window, the doctor, was in the process of unhooking a bag from Grace. Grace had given a whole pint, and Felix was fetching a bottle of water.

Saphira leaned against the wall, getting pretty drowsy herself. The spy nonchalantly put an arm around the Huntress. He had been feeling incredibly protective as of late. He had already got a small nap in, and wasn't ready to take his eyes off the girls.

She looked up at the Spy. "Hey. We're safe here, and I'm not going to allow an event like that happen again."

He held his hands up defensively he was just far too rattled by everything that happened. Crossing his arms he leaned on his side. "Why does she stink?" He said to the Huntress. Her eyes darted to him for saying such a painful raw statement. "I'm serious!" He said pointing in at the girl. "She looks, and smells like she hasn't showered in days!"

It had seemed strange. Saphira hadn't wanted to say anything about it, but it did seem rather weird, and was pretty noticeable to smell lately.  

Meanwhile Felix was watching her drink the water making sure she drank her fair share of fluids. Just as he had suspected, Grace was already turning a small tinge pale. He should have known taking a liter from her would be dangerous. Still she was doing pretty good for somebody her size. The main thing that was making him concerned was the fact that she was going into the stage of slightly trembling. He didn't know if that was from the blood, or just from the excitement that had happened today. He took off a glove and felt up against her cheek. As expected she was a bit cold. He really had wanted to say something about how badly she smelled, but he figured that it was a psychological problem from the rape. He didn't need to be told to figure out what was going on. Things were clear enough.

Her arm was bandaged, and she sat there drinking her water. Her eyes darted to the BLU Sniper as his saline and her blood pumped itself into his body. The monitors quietly beeped, and the doctor was quiet as well. When her eyes darted to him, he stared her in the eye, and Grace felt uncomfortable. "I need other people. I'm sorry I just need somebody else in here."  Her voice sounding shakey. "I need Saphira or the pyro. I need ONE girl with me please." She really needed closure.

"Okay. I will get zhem!" He said calming her down. Felix stood up, and went to fetch Saphira. He knocked on the glass of the window. "You two can come in now." He said gesturing his hand in a welcoming fashion. Grace watched as the Spy stood up, and spoke to Saphira, pointing inside. Grace couldn't make out what they were saying, since she couldn't read lips very well. Saphira then said something shrugging slightly. Spy then nodded and the two walked in.

Upon walking in, Saphira walked right over to Grace smiling, as she ruffled her hair. She honestly had no clue how she was feeling. She had been through enough in the past week. What was holding this girl together? The Spy tiptoed over to the Sniper that was undergoing Grace's blood replacement. He looked at all the medical equipment hooked up to his friend. He took a hand, and lightly tapped the Sniper on his shoulder "Sniper?" he said poking him. "Wake up."

Felix turned his way. "He's sedated. You vouldn't be able to vake him up viss a blow horn." Felix said turning back hooking up another bag. "Besides he cut arteries. Zhe nerve endings are close, and I zhink I nicked a few in restitching. Vaking him up now, vould be like zhe feeling of a paper cut times a million."

He quickly pulled his hand back. He walked over to Grace. Grace looked colder and paler than he ever saw her. Her head was laying in her arm. On the table. She was not enjoying the donation as much as before.

Meanwhile the Sniper was talking with Alice one last time, before the end. "What do I do, now!" He said to his younger baby sister.

"Well..." She said looking down at her laced leather shoes. "It's probably a good idea, that ya go back." She said nodding out into the nothingness of red rock. "I know that the team needs ya 'round, far more than I do." She said laying an arm on his shoulder. "Trust me. I will be fine here."

He started shaking his head thoroughly "No." His lip quivered. "I won't! I can't do it."

Alice lowered her brow confused "Why not?" She asked "Zane... you got anothah shot. I don't!" She said getting off her swing crouching to his level. "Why don't you want to live?"

He looks at her with teary eyes, "...Oi miss ya Alice... an Oi jus don' want ta... I don' want ta leave ya..."

"But your friends need you Zane..." She places a hand on his shoulder.

He sighs and looks at her again, "...c-can I atleast... get a hug before Oi leave?"

She smiled "Of course you can." He stood up, his legs shaking, and she lunged forward , and wrapped her arms around him, almost as if she was the one that missed him more. He leaned down, and smelled her hair one final time. It smelled just like it did before it fell out. He then had to force his arms to let go, as she backed up.

With a quivering lip, he nodded to her, and turned in the direction he came. He then stopped and turned back towards her shouting. "Will they forgive me?"

She chuckled. "Oh, please. Look at your team. Soldier leaves his toothpaste in the kitchen sink. Of course they will!" She jokingly laughed. Despite the tears, he slowly cracked a small smile on his lips. She always had a sense of humor. Then he walked away. Then as he walked his little sister once again returned to swinging on the rusty swing once again, with the squeaky little chains.

The girls sat there as the second bag was being filled. It was halfway done, and she was getting really worn out from it. Saphira rubbed her back gently. "We're almost done. Then we can get you a snack, and get you a shower, and put you to bed." She said smiling

Grace shook her head. "I don't want to take a shower." The three conscious people in the room were thinking the same thing.

"Grace." The Spy walked up to her, and put a hand on her shoulder. "I don't want to sound rude, but you do need a shower."

She looked to the side pursing her lips. "I'm too scared to go in by myself." She said her eyes going anywhere but the other's eyes. "I can't even wash my own hair." The BLU Spy simply glanced over at Saphira. He should have known better.
He knelt down next to her. "It's hard talking about it, isn't it?" Instead of answering she wrapped an arm around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. The smell sort of put him off, but he didn't really mind anymore. He wanted to help her, but being a man, the only thing he could do was to help from afar, in any way he could, even if it meant giving her a shoulder to cry on. He had never been in a situation like this, and was just going on instinct.

"If it would make you feel comfortable, I can help you out." Looking up she grabbed onto Saphira's forearm, and switched from leaning in on the spy to leaning in on her instead. It was pretty brutal to see somebody so messed up the way she was. Felix then clutched her free arm, and pinned it back down to the counter. "Hold still, Grace. Ve are almost done." She nodded and sat still. Her heart felt like it was racing. Sort of like how it would feel right after a healthy jog around the base. But she felt far from healthy. This was seriously wearing her out. She was falling a little limp leaning to the side.

Spy tried propping her back up to keep her from taking a swan dive towards the cold hard floor. They watched the plump little bag bulk up, and it was a bit over a liter that she had now given. Felix then reached for a large glass of juice, and handed it to her. She was very wobbly, and couldn't hold the juice very well. Spy took the glass from her hands, and held it up to her lips. Her bladder was getting a bit full, so she couldn't drink the juice. She really needed to go. "I need to use the restroom." She said trying to get up to her feet.

Saphira and the spy tried to help her to the bathroom, and managed to get her inside without falling. After her trip to the bathroom, Spy gave her some juice, and tried to keep her from choking. It was clear that she was exhausted. Eventually she finished the glass, and she was allowed to leave once she was all bandaged up.

Spy wrapped her up in a blanket, and lifted her up, walking to her room. Grace threw her arms around his neck, and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep herself from falling even though the Spy had a firm hold on her. Once they reached her room, Saphira did the honors of giving her a shower to clean her up a little bit. The Spy stayed outside the bedroom door.

Once he heard the water running, he wondered what she looked like right then and there. Was she standing there just raising her arms, or was she just sitting on the bathtub floor? curled up in a fetal position? Were her eyes closed, pretending she wasn't there? Were her eyes dead just staring at nothing? Things felt so messed up. None of them expected this to happen. When he woke up this morning, he never expected this all to happen in one day.

Suddenly the water stopped, and he put his ear up against the door, to hear what was going on. He could only hear the flutter of clothes being put on, and talking, though he couldn't make out the words entirely. Finally after a small amount of time, Saphira opened the door, to see the Spy staring at her with the saddest puppy dog eyes she had ever seen.

"How is she?" he asked looking in. He saw the girl in her night gown, covered in a heavy blanket. She looked the best she had in days.

Saphira lightly shrugged. "Lighten up, worry wart. She'll live. After I got her dressed, I finally managed to put her to sleep. It took a long time, but she finally got drowsy and went to sleep.

His heart slimed down to his stomach in discomfort. "We probably shouldn't mention to Sniper about his heart stopping should we?" He said rubbing the back of his mask. "I mean, that might frighten the man to know how close we were to losing him."

The Huntress smirked "You really think so? Might scare him into not doing it again, but then again. Using death against him wouldn't be that fair."  She looked at the Spy's face as he looked mournful of everything. "Spy listen. Don't think too much into it. You'll end up driving yourself crazy, and she doesn't need anybody to make her think too much on it herself." A thin feminine hand was laid on his shoulder. "I know you have questions with the whole thing. Was it possible that she might have gotten pregnant? Was it brutal? Is she considering suicide?" She pinched the bridge of nose. "Questions, questions, questions, questions! We can't keep this boat floating this long!" She said.

He looked off to the side. "Well... what about the Sniper?" He said turning in the direction of the sleeping Australian. "I'm just as worried about him."

"Don't worry. I'll watch over him myself." She said nodding. "Probably get a good nap in the recliner next to the bed." She said yawning. "It's nearly sunrise, and I have been spending all night keeping a six foot seven inch man from dying, and I am exhausted." Then she looked at the man. "You can watch her. Just... don't be there when she wakes up. The watching thing might be too much for her." With a nod, he watched her leave the room. Sitting in the recliner near her bed, he closed his eyes, and took a well deserved nap.