Kayla followed Gabriel back upstairs, practically thudding with each step. She was tired and she ached, both physically and emotionally and right now she just... couldn't look Gabriel in the eyes. She knew as soon as she'd heard his voice downstairs that she'd done something irreversible. "I'm sorry," she mumbled as she dragged the fingers of her undamaged hand through her short dark hair.
He turned around and looked her over when she said that she was sorry. Instead of saying anything right away, he picked up her damaged hand and looked it over. "We're going to need to bind this so that the bones don't grow deformed," he said, grabbing one of the many first aid kits they had in this place. "Sit," he said, pointing to a sofa that they had in the particular room that he had led her to.
She did as he instructed, like a puppy that knew that it had done something terribly wrong. She groaned and clenched her jaw, starting to feel the throbbing pain in her wrist. She'd disappointed him... Hell, she disappointed herself.
He pulled out the essentials that he needed to wrap up her wrist, and started to carefully do just that, trying to not hurt her more than was necessary. "Why did you feel the need to start a fight with Ms. Delallo?" he asked simply. "I've gotten a message about you from Ms. Baclanova today, but I didn't realize that your anger problem had degenerated to the point that it has."
'She was there' probably wasn't the best response, was it? Kayla bit down on her lip as she watch Gabriel bandage her wrist. "I don't know. I just... get angry and have to hit things. People. I know it's not rational, but..." she sighed and scruched her free hand through her hair.
"We need to work on this new aggression of yours," Gabriel said as he continued to work on her hand. "Just training doesn't seem to be purging it." He was worried about her, much more than he was showing, but he didn't want to let go of his own emotions. "There may need to be some other therapy for you to use."
"I'd be willing to try anything at this point," she replied, her voice cracking just a touch there. She knew that she'd done wrong, but usually only after the event, when it was far too late. She looked up to meet his eyes then, her mind still set on one thing: "Medication... I'd prefer to be a last resort." Hell, it took a lot for her to take the anti-seizure meds after she'd woken up from her coma. The same meds that she'd left at Deanna's two days ago. ... Shit.
He nodded. "There's a psychiatrist that deals with the more...supernatural elements of life. I think that she'd be more able to deal with you than any regular doctor," he said, Once he finished with her hand, he gently set it back down.
"That actually sounds perfect," she replied with a small nod. Damn him for being practical. If only she'd been in the right mind to think of something like that.
That's part of why Slayers had Watchers. So that they could have practical ideas told to them. "Good. I shall get her number from Mr. Giles and set up an appointment for you."
"Thank you for taking care of me, Gabriel," she replied before looking down again, since she didn't want to make the moment any more uncomfortable than it already was.
He lifted her head back up so that she was looking at him. "We'll get through this," he said to her, looking her in her eyes for a moment. "And it's my pleasure to take care of you." Even if he was agitated with her at the moment.
"Still. It's not fair for you to have to do it all the time," she murmured, holding his gaze this time.
"Whether or not it's fair doesn't matter," Gabriel pointed out to her. "This is something that I want to do. I want to help you now." It had went beyond just being his 'duty' now.
"Then I'll try to make it as easy as possible for you," she promised with a small, sad smile.
He smiled slightly back at her. "Well, that certainly wouldn't hurt," he said to her back.