Grace had finally woken. She started whimpering and crying softly immediately. Kat barely heard Matt and Jenna speaking. All she could think was how this was her fault, Grace getting hurt. She had attacked the looter, making him drop the sack and causing Grace to hit her head. If there was permanent damage it would be Kat's fault. She had been trying to protect her... And now she was hurt...

Kat found herself in the truck with Jenna, not quite sure how she had gotten there. "I'm sorry," she murmured, cuddling the whimpering Grace to her, "I'm so sorry baby girl. I got you hurt. Mommy is sorry. I'm sorry Matt," she said even though he had left. He blamed her. How could he not? She wasn't fit to be a mother. "I'm sorry I got her hurt..."

Kat continued to murmur/whisper this as she cuddled and kissed her poor baby. "It's my fault," she finally said aloud to Jenna. "She got hurt because of me."
Kat wiped her face, blood from her broken nose coming off on her hand. There were dark bruises forming on her neck from the bastard's boot and it was hard for her to breathe. Every breath was pain.