Her mind was reeling. Her emotions were all over the place. All she could do was stare at her cousin who was laying unconscious on the floor, laying there because of a horrible lasp of judgement. Susan knelt down and placed her hand on the FanFic Critic's left cheek, which was slightly red from when Susan had slapped it in a failed attempt to wake her. Feeling great regret, Susan removed her hand. All she could think about was what she had done nearly an hour ago. She was so angry. At the time, she didn't care for the FanFic Critic's well being. All she wanted to do was to hurt her...to punish her. And she did. The thing is, the FanFic Critic did absolutely nothing to warrent this punishment. Susan refused to see it at first, but when Archangel Assassin was scolding her, she realized that she was most certainly in the wrong.

She treated her cousin like a fragile doll when she picked her up. She looked her over as she carried the unconscious critic to the unkept bed in the room. The FanFic Critic's breathing was shallow. Her face was uneasy. Her jacket was open and the white shirt that the FanFic Critic wore was unbuttoned more than it usually was, making her look even more vulnerable. Susan shuttered. How could she have hurt her dear friend like this? She was suppose to be protecting the FanFic Critic, not harming her. What she did today was the ultimate betrayel.

"Is everything okay in here?"

Susan jumped. She turned her attention to the doorway. Archangel Assassin stood there. She wore a concerned look on her face. Obviously she was concerned about the FanFic Critic. The look, however, seemed to be directed at Susan. Why? Susan had no clue. Archangel Assassin had every right to hate Susan for the "incident" that occurred when they last crossed paths. However, she clearly doesn't hate Susan. She's not even afraid of her. This confused Susan a lot.

"I was moving her to the bed," Susan muttered. She looked down at her cousin. Her breathing pattern was the same. Susan looked back over to the gamer. Archangel Assassin was still giving her a concerned look.

"Are you going to be okay?" She asked Susan. Susan stared blankly at Archangel Assassin. She then proceeded to carefully lay the FanFic Critic down in the bed. She made sure to tuck her in so she'd be warm. When Susan finally looked at Archangel Assassin, she made no effort to hide the fact that she was on the brink of tears.

"No, I am not going to be okay."

All she could feel was pain. It was a dull, nagging pain that forced her to awaken. She immediately remembered why she was feeling this pain. The frightening look in Susan's eyes as she mercilessly shot her with the phase pistol haunted her very core. What scared the FanFic Critic the most was that she knew Susan was in the room with her at this very moment. She thought it would be wise to keep her eyes shut, to pretend to still be out of it. She didn't know what state of mind Susan was in at the moment. For all she knew, Susan could still be very pissed at her. She could be waiting for her to awaken just so she could hurt her some more. It was then that the FanFic Critic realized that she was not on her floor. She appeared to be tucked in her bed. A pissed off Susan would not move her to her bed and tuck her in. She did feel some relief but she still was hesitant about reveiling that she's awake. Susan may still be mad. Sometimes, her calm fury can be more scary than her blind rage. The FanFic Critic shuttered, which she quickly realized was a mistake.

"Meg." The FanFic Critic flinched, still refusing to open her eyes. Maybe Susan will think she was dreaming. It was then that she heard the tell-tale squeak from the office chair. Susan had gotten up. The FanFic Critic took a shaky breath, still refusing to open her eyes.

"I am sorry for angering you, Susan. I-I don't remember my last review because I was drunk. Please don't shoot me again! At least not now. I-I can barely move. I don't think my body can handle being shot again."

"...I am not going to hurt you." The reply was soft. The FanFic Critic could hear the sadness in Susan's voice. She now knew for sure that Susan was no longer mad at her. With some hesitance, she opened her eyes and looked over at Susan. She was standing by the office chair. Her face was full of regret, sorrow, and concern. She didn't make a move to approach the bed. It was as if she was waiting for the FanFic Critic's permission.

"Are you okay?" The FanFic Critic asked. Susan was taken aback.

"Am I okay? My state of mind is not of concern. It's yours I am worried about, dear!" She exclaimed, almost with a hint of annoyance in her voice. The FanFic Critic attempted to sit up, which immediately resulted in Susan rushing over to her.

"You just said you can barely move. So, why the bloody hell are you trying to sit up? You silly thing..." Susan scolded as she carefully forced her cousin to lie back down. She felt how tense the FanFic Critic was from her touch. So, she took a step back to give her cousin some space. The FanFic Critic looked at Susan, she felt bad when she saw the hurt look in Susan's eyes.

"I'll recover. Don't worry, Susan. I'm not mad at you."

"You should be," Susan replied softly, "I had no right to...to do what I did earlier. It was wrong of me. I am sorry, Meg. I am so sorry."

"It's okay, Sue. Like I said before, I am not mad at you. I forgive you." Susan could not fathom why the FanFic Critic was forgiving her. Even though the FanFic Critic still looked uneasy, she gave Susan a small smile as if to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. Susan wanted to rush over to her foolish cousin. She wanted to throttle her for being so foolish to even consider forgiveness. She also wanted to hug her tightly for being so forgiving. Susan, of course, decided against either. She knew the FanFic Critic was still uneasy with her, regardless of her forgiving nature. Throttling her would most likely cause unintentional injury and a guaranteed panic attack. Hugging her would be too soon.

"Thank you, Meg. I don't deserve your forgiveness," Susan replied. She couldn't bring herself to smile. It didn't feel right after what she had done.

"I would like to be left a lone for a bit," the FanFic Critic noticed the hurt look on Susan's face, "...just to rest, that's all," she quickly added. Susan nodded. She understood completely.

"Okay. I'll be in my room if you need me." Without waiting for a reply, Susan quickly retreated to her room. The FanFic Critic stared at the spot where Susan once was. It was going to be hard but she knew she was going to have to toughen up for Susan's sake. She remembered what Lesbian Jesus had said to her in regards to Susan's mental health. She needed to be supportive if she ever hoped to help Susan get back to normal. She wasn't going to lie, though. It was going to be hard after what had happened today, that was for sure.

My, how our roles have reversed, Sue. I am so sorry.