Something in her stomach lurched when he spoke. She still didn't really know where she stood, but it all just seemed to be happening without her control. "My God, Michael..." Even as much as she hated when people stared at her scars, she couldn't help but need to just look at the new marks on his face. They weren't beautiful, character building, or any other thing than something to carry around.
That was about when she finally did lose it. She probably had no right to be crying, not when he seemed so nonchalant about it. Except that he was only in this position because of her. "Michael, I am so sorry this happened, not that is ever..." Without really thinking about it, she was crossing the distance until she was at his bedside. And as much as she wanted too - perhaps even needed to reach out and touch him, she hesitated.