Izzy gave a relieved exhale as she placed her hand on the newly-formed skin, the blood soaked into the shredded fabric around it the only evidence remaining that there had been a wound at all. Trevor was alive. She bent her head, a triumphant smile daring to spread over her lips. At last, she looked up to find Riley, to share the news, but he had gone.
	Then her gaze fell to the problem that had gotten pushed to the back of her mind in the wake of Trevor’s impending death. Psychotic Episode. He had not moved from where she had left him.
	She looked to Trevor’s face, reluctant to leave him, but his heart beat in reassurance that he would be fine. And she needed to deal with the whole reason for this catastrophe in the first place. Slowly, Izzy got to her feet, carefully stepped around Trevor, and made her way to Episode, glancing back once to reassure herself her friend would be fine. She held her breath, fearing she had killed the hunter. She had certainly been ready to rip his heart out just a few short moments before. She shuddered at the thought.
	Slowly, cautiously, she neared him and squatted a couple feet away, ready to jump back in case he regained consciousness and went on the attack, and hoping “murderer” would not be a term applicable to her.
	"Psychotic Episode," she said, doing her best to make her voice stern.