Yvette’s eyes appeared a little alarmed when Mike showed her his scar, eyes wide and taking in everything he said about his time in the army. She smiled a bit and nodded, feeling better. Partially because of the drinks and partially because his experience had reassured her. [b]”Scars don’t bother me,”[/b] she said quietly when he said hers wouldn’t be nearly as cool. Her eyes flickered for a moment, some painful memories flashing in them for a brief moment before she shook her head and looked back to Mike. He said he and Jon would take care of her and she blushed abit, nodding. [b]”I understand. I just wish I wasn’t injured at all so I could help,”[/b] she said softly, squeezing the hand in return before Jon came over. 

She saw the look in Jon’s eyes and raised an eyebrow. He seemed stressed. Of course, who wouldn’t be. Well, then again she wasn’t. At least not anymore. She felt pretty good actually and smiled when he said it would hurt when his hand hovered over her hip. [b]”Okie dokie,”[/b] she said cutely until he slowly began pulling the metal from her body. She gasped in pain and tried to curl up but shivered as Jon got it out and blood began seeping once more from the hole. [b]”That really hurt,”[/b] she pouted, getting off her elbows and laying back on her back. [b]”Fiiiiine,”[/b] she said with a sigh, like she was bored when Jon said stitches would be easy. She was still pouting, not liking this situation. This pain. Though she supposed things could be worse. She did feel rather upbeat for no good reason thanks to the tiny, empty bottles at her side.