"'M really fine." Rosalie flinched as the hand sanitizer got into her cuts and tried to duck her face away. It took her a moment more before she realized that when he said he met the wolf, he meant he actually met the wolf. "Back when everyone was a fairy tale?" Except for her, of course. She looked at Shane again, worried now that he was up and looking all bloody and panicked like he was.
"Are you alright?" she asked him, leaning around John so that she could see him better. "Sorry that I scared you like that. Threatened." She wasn't sure exactly which was right, but it made her look away anyway as her hands were uncurled. Deprived of an outlet for her anxiety and stress, as well of a sense of fear that she didn't recognize at all, Rosalie bit on the inside of her lip until she tasted blood and even then, she didn't ease up.
Her legs hurt, but it didn't seem very important right now. Her teeth parted enough that she could give a brief summary to John-- heard a wolf, came downstairs, accidentally provoked him-- before she clamped shut again, biting down hard when the doctor seemed like he was about to sew Cole up right there.