[h1][color=crimson]Katherine Argall[/color][/h1]

She blushed as his fingers brushed over her cheek, but it hardly compared to how red Crash’s face looked immediately afterwards. And then of course, more chaos ensued. In a truly Crash-like fashion, he somehow managed to hit his head again in such close succession… Although it looked painful, she couldn’t help but laugh. It was… It was such a relief to see him again.

Kathy shook her head. [color=crimson]“I’m fine.”[/color] Her eyes trailed momentarily to the pair of scissors she had dodged, but she quickly glanced back at him. [color=crimson]“I’m surprised, actually. That you would be so enthusiastic about coming into the infirmary.”[/color] She wondered if that meant Crash was finally over his fear of Kiwi?

She looked at his hand and reached out for it. As soon as her fingers closed around his, she couldn’t help but think back to a very distant memory. Back when he still had both his eyes. Both of them were 5 years younger… At the beach, where she laughed and agreed on a date before accepting his hand to get up from the sand…

She bit down on her lower lip. Trying to keep herself from crying. [i]‘No! This isn’t how I want to greet him again!’[/i] Accepting his help, Kathy got up and felt a few tears fall down her face. But before he could see it, hopefully, she suddenly rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him. [color=crimson]“I missed you.”[/color] She squeezed her eyes shut as she buried her face into his shirt. She could understand why Crash had reached out to her now. Even though she had recognized him, the reality that he was actually [i]there[/i] hadn’t hit her until she hugged him.

… The touching moment lasted an impressive 3 seconds before Kathy realized what she was doing and jumped away, her face the exact same shade of colour as his hair. [color=crimson]“I-I’m so sorry! I-”[/color] Stepping back even further, she felt her foot slip momentarily on something cylindrical (which turned out to be a pen), but managed to catch her balance in time to prevent another accident.

Feeling even more blood rush to her cheeks, she straightened up and cleared her throat. [color=crimson]“S-Sorry Crash… I…”[/color] She didn’t think she’d ever hugged him before, actually. At the very least, she had no recollection of it in the past. [color=crimson]“Sorry… More importantly, are you alright?”[/color] She laughed, more because she was nervous than because she found something funny. But luckily her whirling mind actually managed to come up with a good reason to change the conversation. [color=crimson]“Did you need something from the infirmary..?”[/color]