"Yep!" I drag a 5 gallon water bottle, like the ones in offices, out of the closet. "You think he got burned?"

Tara: i shake my head yes, not making eye contact and make a cloth damp. I start to clean off his cuts and a burn on his arm gently, trying not to hurt him anymore then he already was.

"So ya think he will make it?" My eyes were pleading. I did not want to see any more death. First I lost my dog, Watch Dog, then I found the father was truly dead. How much can a human soul take?

Tara: i didnt know if he would be ok but i couldnt handle it if someone else died. I dont know how much more of this i could take anymore. I lightly squeeze his arm a bit by accident but quickly let go, i hadnt meant to. I start to clean off his face with the cloth lightly.

Brax: I slowly come to. My whole body was in pain. What had happened? Yes the explosion. Stupid drunk Russians, always have to take their angry out on Americans? "Where am I?"

Kat: "He lives!!!" I hug him not think about the pain I would cause him.

Brax: I move at her sudden hug. Lord I hurt all over, yet I felt a little better about her embrace.

Tara: it scared me a bit when he woke but i calm and get up dampening the cloth again. I watch them for a second before walking back over to them "so how about dinner, i think Mason is hungry" i say shyly and smile a tiny bit but it quickly fades. i look to the ground, not making eye contact.

Kat: I jump up. "Lord your right." I run to the other room and look at the stove. I had never turned it on. "Oops." I turn the gas on and light it with a match. "There. Mason! Dinner!" I say in a musical tone. Mason almost comes running. "Slow down Mason!" I go to a box and pull out a fat rat. "Here you go!" I hand it to him and walk away.

Brax: I go to sit up but wince in pain. "How bad is it?" I ask the person that seemed to be a doctor.

Tara: i get up slowly as if not to scare him, even though i was the one who was scared, i take his arm and look at it "do you have any worse cuts or burns" i ask shyly but dont make eye contact

Brax: "mostly on my back." I say slowly laying down as to not put on more pain on my self.

Tara: i make myself talk again "m-may i see how it looks" i say shyly, still not making eye contact. I stand there, looking around the room.