Kat had stepped around the counter while Abigail talked. Sookie did not look good. The blood that was smeared all over her made her barely recognizable. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She had rarely been so close to the front of a battle. This was not the Danger Room, it was real. "Okay, uhm, I can't. But wait here, I'll get help." She didn't wait for an answer, she was gone again back to where her father was. Every second might count.
"Dad?" she asked with a coy, almost apologetic voice. She did not want to be the daughter that asked for one favor after another. That wasn't how she wanted their relationship to be. But neither did she want to be the friend who might have been able to help but chose not to.