You settled shakily into a comfortable padded chair while a fresh breeze conditioned your hair and your eyes twitched convulsively all around you. Abduction. It didn't get you excited, but thankfully the deplorably famous Pogues grasped at a strawman, thanks to which you are now safe and sound (barely) Despite the fact that familiar faces loomed before you; JJ, John B, Ciara, Pope, and more....

Sarah Cameron. You had no idea who had stolen you or why, but it could have something to do with Cameron's family and your connection to the Pogues. Taking a deep breath, your eyes settled on Sarah, frustrating her. It was oddly comforting, her cute dimples, eyes sparkling as she scurried between John B and Pope to grab something cold. You had a couple scratches, but it wasn't critical.

She lowered herself next to you, her slender fingers applying a few cubes of ice (from who knows where). She bit her lower lip, noticing you wrinkle, Sarah changed position, she was now opposite you, gently dabbing your wound on your brow, watching your reaction. It was quite cute watching you try to hold back a grunt or sob, she smiled.

"A couple minutes." She quietly assured you, pulling a band-aid out of her pocket and carefully taping it to your eyebrow. Her brown feline eyes gently twirled your cheeks on either side, looking for any still noticeable bruises or abrasions. The girl nodded approvingly, pulling away but guiding you to keep the ice on the places where there were subtle bruises. "You rest, okay? I can hang out with you." As if casually, she said, running her fingers through her hair.