Helping Hand


"I can take care of them while you heal, Guardian." Xen stated as he finished up the stitching. Grabbing some badaging, her began to wrap it around her torso, being careful not to make it too tight. "Whisper has James and James has Whisper. They aren't as weak as you think. Proof is in the fact that Whisper gets back up every time she's knocked down. As for Foxfoot and Ronald, if you're home they'll always have someone there to watch out for them and Hope."

He let out a heavy sigh. "Just let me help you. I am a lot tougher than you think."


A sad looked crossed Maria's face as she followed James back outside. Following her namsake, she whispered little prayers for each body and would gently make sure each person's eyes were closed before he buried them. That was the odd thing about the brunette - she cared for everyone, even the ones that harmed her. It was her nature.

(Back at Base)


"Nightmares?" Ron asked. "If it helps, I can't really sleep right now. My mind does this whole racing thing where it won't shut up...I don't know how to explain it. The medicine keeps the horrible side of me at bay, lets me be the man I was when my daughter was born, but it just lets me think." He sighed and rubbed the back of his head as he looked to her. "I just want you to know you're not alone. And...I'm sorry about what I did to you. The head injury, I mean."

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