[b][i][u]Little Feather[/b][/i][/u]

Lion looked at Seven as he floated in front of him, his blue eyes studying the strange creature as he spoke to him. [i]I’m not sure about this one Little Feather...[/i] Lion grumbled low in his throat. He flinched back as Seven changed in front of him into a small purple cat with a split tail, Lion lowered his large head and sniffed at Seven questioningly as he lifted his foot to scratch his ear. [i]Much better[/i] He grumbled, suddenly aware Seven could probably understand him now. [i]Oh good...I’m talking to a cat. Tell me ‘Seven’ how is it you can become human?[/i] Lion took the opportunity to question Seven.

[b][i][u]Crash[/b][/i][/u]

Crash just continued to grin as she quietly repeated what he had said, though he frowned as she apologized a second time. He looked up at her for a moment, he really needed to work on his perception... “It’s ok...I think I kind of needed it, things were getting a bit out of control” He shrugged, smiling. “Yes it hurt, if you’d of punched me you probably would have dislocated my jaw” He grinned as if he was happy or impressed by this fact. Though he did find himself flinching as she gasped, working as quickly as he could to end her discomfort. 

Crash nodded looking up at Kathy as she answered his question, part of him wanted to query how it had gotten worse but he knew now wasn’t the right time to being throwing questions around. He took the chance whilst he was holding her arm up to glance at Zivon making sure he was definitely still breathing. He looked back at Kathy’s hand held between his own, looking up as he threw the suggestion of stitching the wound himself out into the open, he saw her brow raise in disbelief which made a smile slither across his face. 

[b]“Stitches? Really? Come on, that seems like a bit much. Where or how in the world did you get good at it?”[/b]

“Yes really, I can stitch wounds shut” He repeated, watching a smile tug at her mouth. “I had a friend who believe it or not got into more trouble than I did” He admitted, with a sheepish smile. He was about to reply to her when he felt movement behind him, he stood up carefully releasing Kathy’s hand as he moved over to the cupboard, hearing Kathy begin to explain as he searched for a sterilized needle.

Crash’s expression shifted to one of unease as the VP spoke to them with a cold and calculating voice he had just found a sterilized ‘atraumatic’ needle. He glanced at Kathy as she began to explain to the VP what had happened, he caught her look and instantly jumped in to help out. “Everything got out of hand really quickly. The white haired guy started on another student called Dani from out of the blue, a few of us stepped in to help and it just kind of spiraled from there” Crash explained. “Some of us were a little too...confrontational with the white haired guy and it just made him angrier, Kathy took Dani out of the way. We had hoped it would keep him safe whilst we tried to calm the other guy down...then a huge horned demon ran into the room, aimed straight for the white haired guy. I’m sorry sir, but after that everything got really out of control and I can’t recall the exact details. Somewhere along the line the two of them made a hole in the student center floor and set things on fire, I think the majority of people tried to either get out of the way or help. That’s all we know” Crash finished his explanation, crouching back down next to Kathy.

He glanced up at Zivon as he sat up, though his hands were full by now the needle forceps holding a needle and a pill in his other hand which he placed on the table reaching over and grabbing a plastic cup with water."Hey Ziv, how are you feeling?" He asked Zivon concern apparent in his face as he once again crouched down in front of Kathy holding his hand out patiently towards Kathy, still aware of the VP he wasn't meaning to be rude but he was also aware he had to focus to do this right. He had already clicked the needle into a pair of needle holders and was prepared to accept her challenge to stitch her wound closed. He had lowered himself onto his knees by now to make sure he could stay steady enough; he placed the needle down for a moment reaching for a tube of lidocaine, glancing back at Criston and the VP.