Crap. Sh*t. F*ck.
It's different when it's not your mess. When it's not somebody who deserves it. Cassidy cupped her hands over her mouth in shock. Sh*t. No. Not Clare. She was one of the good ones. Too good for this dump of a school. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Bloodholes were bad. She knew that much. Didn't know much else. First aid wasn't your strong suit when you healed so fast because of the stupid f*cking wolf probably laughing up a storm at her right now yeah well screw you buddy. She could do this. She could save Clare. With thinking. Smart thinking.
Exhibit nearby. "Baseball Through the Ages," George Washington pitching a fastball to Abe Lincoln or something. Stupid, right? But those clothes, though. She could tear those off. Wrap them around Clare or something, that would stop the blood. Yes. Good plan.
Or at least, that would have been the plan, if some idiot hadn't tried to stab her in the neck with a pen.
Before Leon could even reach her, before Cassidy could even think, her claws were out and tearing into the boy's chest. One, two, three and down he went, clothes shredded and stained.
Her mind caught up, and her face twisted in anger. "Sh*t!" she swore loudly.
[Leon gets 2 Harm, and Cassidy gets a String on Leon.]