The sound of Pierce's footsteps against the tile floors echoed in his head, and he lifted his own head to look off after him. Slowly, as though afraid to trail after him, Simon rose and followed after him, keeping his distance and hanging in the doorway of Olivia's room, arms folded over his chest.
"I'm sorry," Simon said quietly, almost afraid to interrupt the scene with as tenderly as Pierce saw to her. It was the kind of treatment she deserved... not a brother that punched his sister and made her crack her head on the cement. He closed his eyes, slipping further into the room but staying against the wall, pressing himself as flat as he could against it. "She'll... she'll be okay. Won't she?"