You hadn't meant for it to get out of hand.

After Anya had locked herself in the medical room, you and Daisuke had gotten worried. The only way in had been through the vent that Swansea had put severely off limits. You were already weary about the idea of knocking him out with a cocktail, but had stayed silent in fear of repercussion. It was to save Anya, so it had to be okay, right?

What you hadn't been expecting was Swansea to fall over like he was dead.

Daisuke had freaked out, and so did you. Jimmy was irked at your constant worry and questioning.

"Should we move him? We—"

The resounding sound of skin on skin echoed through the suddenly silent hallway. You staggered back and dropped to your knees, a hand instinctively flying to touch your cheeks gingerly, hair framing your face and shielding it from view.

It didn't take a genius to realize that he had slapped you.

"Are you fucking deaf? I told you to shut the hell up!" Jimmy bellowed.

"What the hell, dude?!" Daisuke yelled back, instantly crouching down and grabbing your wrists. He didn't pull them from your face, and instead straightens his back and places a hand on your back, guiding him towards you. His arm wraps around you protectively, your head pressed against his chest. "You can't just hit a girl!"