Diego held up his hands as he approached. "Breathe, Vanya. You gotta breathe." He said in a voice that he hoped was soothing. This was never his role in the family. He wasn't particularly good at comforting people.
"She isn't dead. Her vocal cords got a little fucked up but she isn't dead." He reached out and touched her arm. "And I know you didn't mean to hurt her. Things got really messed up and you lashed out."
If there was one thing Diego could relate to, it was that. There were times when the anger got to be so much, it felt like it was all he could do to keep from hurting someone. "What was the last thing you remember?"