wrong place, wrong time (anyone)

[Bree Marcus]

Bree threw her arms around Felipe and sobbed against his shoulder. "I think he's dead," she managed to say between gulps of air. She couldn't understand how someone like Saint could die and she only ended up with a few bruises. It didn't seem right. She wished it had been her, it would've been a relief really. Life had long since been a torture.

There was the sound of booted feet against the tile flooring and she peeked over his shoulder to see the police carrying out foam covered figures that seemed to barely be struggling. "They are here, it's done," she said though she sounded like it was a funeral rather than a time for celebration. Then some paramedics came and they put the wounded on stretchers. Checking Saint, she heard one say that he was barely alive. She felt so much joy at that news that she kissed Felipe, something she would normally never do. After she pulled away, blushing. "I'm sorry, that was wrong," she stuttered.

[felipe]

Felipe held her as she sobbed against his shirt, not sure what to do or to say. He didn't know the dead person but it was quite possible that Bree did. Either way, the shock of seeing the body - regardless of any connection - would be tremendous and he had a feeling a fair number of students - and teachers - would be similarly affected. For himself, he felt ok. Wet, foam-coated and with a throbbing head but pretty good all things taken into account.

The police started to clear the room and Felipe glanced back over his shoulder, still holding Bree to try and at least offer some comfort. He knew it fell well short of its intended mark but it was all he could honestly do.

A paramedic leaned over the downed body.

"Gurney over here! This one's still with us.... just about."

Felipe turned back to check on Bree, surprised when a kiss met him. Bree drew back, a flushed hue to her face. "I'm sorry, that was wrong," she stuttered.

He smiled. "In that case," he replied with a wink, "I must be fond of wrong things." He pushed a wet strand of hair off her face and tilted his head to one side. "Come," he said as he got to his feet and reached down to draw her up also. "You need to have someone look at that bruise on your cheek." Yes, he knew the paramedics would be busy for a while with the seriously injured - and dead - but Bree looked like she needed a distraction. Something to occupy her thoughts while the chaos settled down.

"And the kiss... your apology was definitely not needed... unless it was one born of regret," he said with a return of the flirting glint in his eyes.