[Watching in horror as Sniper fell off the bed and attempted get back up all happened in slow motion for her. Pyro gasped before jumping off the bed in nothing but her bra and panties to his side. When she got near him, she crouched down and placed both hands against his shoulders. She felt compelled to shake him but she resisted the urge knowing how fragile his condition was.

Ignoring the pets who began to place furry little paws and sticky tentacles against her thighs in order to try to get her attention, there was nothing else that mattered to her other than his well-being at that very moment. If he was hurt, it was her fault for reacting the way she did. She didn't want to hurt him.

Worrying over the possibility, unknowingly to herself; tears began to form in the corner of her eyes as concern showed over her face.]

Oh God! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Are you alright!?