*meets you halfway and drops down next to you, all but flinging her arms around you (heedless of the blood, heedless of everything but you, alive and apologizing, bless your poor, thickheaded heart)*
*clutches you fiercely* Don't you apologize to me, Jackson Lee. Don't you dare apologize. *trembles and bites her lip, eyes stinging now that the immediate danger's passed and the adrenaline is wearing thin* *shakily* Oh, Jackie. I couldn't bear it if I lost you (not you, too). Why did he...? *pulls back enough to touch your cheek* But are you okay, sweetheart? Those'll be coon-eyes for sure...