Jean nodded, brushing red strands back from her face and tucking them back behind her ears. Her fingers moved to grasp his own, holding them close as if she was scared he too would fade a way on her. After a moment she shifted in her chair, moving to hover lightly over the bed rail and curl up on the other side of the bandaged boy, head resting on his chest. She had let him down too. Jean should have been there, to save him and his friend...to help. It bothered her that people were hurt around her and she couldn't do anything about it.