Kiara pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and unscrewed it, letting the lid drop onto the counter of the island. She took a long, well-needed drink from it as she watched Kisheto curiously look around. Her expression went from one of annoyance to one of defeat as the medical student noticed the cuts on Kisheto's body for the first time. With a heavy sigh, Kiara set the water bottle down and got out three more for the three young men. As much as she hated that they were inside of her home, she could tell that they had been through a lot. Plus, after being caught with a bunch of hosts in front of the *police*, what harm could it be to let them rest in her house before she kicked them out?

"Sit," she commanded the fool, pointing towards the seat at the island in her kitchen. She moved into the small bathroom off to the right and knelt down at the sink. From the cabinet underneath the sink she retrieved a special medical kit about the size of a small briefcase, full of supplies to treat any number of victims. Kiara shut the cabinet door and stood, heading back towards the island. After setting the kit down, she took another swig of water as she let Kisheto get situated. "Now, let me see your wounded clavicle." Host or not, she felt an intense need to help anyone that was hurt. Her mother called it a gift, but at the moment Kiara didn't know what to call it. Either way, she didn't want this idiot to bleed out any longer. She bitterly cared for him. Especially since he had saved her from the police.