Who: Grace and Dallas Where: Infirmary, somewhere else. When: After the attacks. What: Cute-ness. Open: No, sorry! Grace had been having another great day and been walking with her head in the clouds. She'd left the science labs and headed back to her room to pick up her textbook and check on Hope when a guy had come up from behind and whacked her in the back of the head. She hadn't gone down but everything kinda went a little funny. She turned and there was a looming human and when she looked around she realized she wasn't the only one in trouble- they were attacking everywhere! Grace was a pacifist who hated conflict and even in this life or death situation she couldn't bring herself to attack he attacker, he was misguided and fearful. "Please" She stated, she wasn't begging yet- but he wasn't listening and he hit her again, oh god I'm going to die. She screamed and he grabbed her arms as she tried to pull away- even considering turning into a phoenix and flying away. His thick fingers were painful on her arms and she began to cry- "Please, I've done nothing!" but she was cornered and this guy had a scary glint in his eyes. She couldn't do anything and the guy was going to kill her- but then Dallas had come along and saved her.. Then everything kind of blurred.
Grace could only remember bits of pieces- seeing Dallas hurt and feeling unbelievably guilty. Then she was curled up on her bed crying her heart out; with a throbbing in the back of her head and her arms were so sore. She tried to calm people, to get back into her old Grace self. She couldn't be selfish and she couldn't let people suffer. She dressed and made her way to the infirmary- maybe they could do something for her head; the nurse simply gave her an icepack and asked her to check back tomorrow- Grace didn't mind, there were people in much worse condition. She turned to leave when she saw him, "Dallas!" She called and rushed over.