Psyche often felt it her job to run to the rescue of others. It came with being goddess of the Soul and also as a nursing assistant by career. When someone needed help she had a difficult time doing nothing. And when it was someone she considered family she tried to volunteer first. This time was no different. I look like a stabbing victim echoed in her mind and made her feel ill.
It took Psyche longer than she liked, but within half an hour she had arrived at the address Rhode had given her. It took only a moment for Psyche to feel her out and she hurried over. Dropping the bag she'd brought, she looked Rhode over to look for any visible wounds. After the weekends ordeal she wanted to be certain Rhode hadn't been stabbed again. "What happened?" she asked, pulling out some rubbing alcohol and a gauze pad to clean up what was left of the blood.