After the final loop of the bandage was twined around his arm, lightly packing it around the wound, Gabrielle couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity, her voice a little shrill and a little nervous. "Oh, I'm fine! I was up late painting last night. And watching old cartoons, and journalling. So after sleeping in, it was a slow night before all this, the power, started happening. I think you're in shock, Matthew."

A pause, as she slumped back in the couch. She fidgeted with a pile of smaller band-aids, struggling to free a few from the sheet -- she wanted to shore up some of those smaller cuts.

"You-- didn't go out and pick a fight with him, did you? Because, I mean, I know how you feel about him..." Her voice faltered.