Ma. Ma. That was all it took to jolt Angela out of her tirade, her eyes shooting up and over at Nathan, wide, stunned, frightening before she shook her head slowly. No. No. This wasn't happening. It wasn't happening. She'd already seen Nathan shot once today. Maury and/or Matt wasn't going to put her through the same horrors that Maury had always indulged in putting her through before.
"You're not real. You can't be," Angela said quietly, taking a step toward Nathan instead of away, reaching out with shaking hands before gripping his arms. He certainly felt real. "Nathan?" She asked, taking another step forward, moving one of her hands to his chest. There were no wounds. No bullet holes, nothing that would have told anyone that he'd been shot a few minutes before. Or was it a few minutes before? Had Robert sent someone for her, too? How long had she lost?
God. Did it even matter?
"Nathan," Angela squeaked out again, her arms wrapping around Nathan's waist as she clung to him. "You're all right. Oh, god. You're all right."