Cain held onto DG's hand, not buying her story. He had dragged her over to the couch and sat next to her, looking at her arm. Something was off in his charge and he didn't like being lied to.

"Look, Cain. I just got out of the tub, so the bandage is wet." DG tried to wring her hand free.

"I thought you said you were turning off the water, kid." Cain stated, "Either way, I still think you need a healer, I'll get Raw." He added, getting up, but DG grabbed him.

"No!" She mentally slapped herself, "Sorry, but it's late and I'll just redo it." She begged, letting him go.

"Why are you being so defensive?" Cain asked, "If it's not a big deal? You never refused help before."

DG tried her best not to look scared or shocked, "I'm just not use to have that luxury and even so, I still am against it half the time. I didn't think someone was spying on me." DG tried not to sound as she was accused, knowing it would make things worse.

"I wasn't spying, Princess." Cain countered, glaring at DG, "I heard noises, so I was doing my job and making sure everything was okay."

DG flinched as he once again considered her some job, task, or work, but let her face fall blank, "I'm fine now. You can leave, Cain."

"Not until-"

"Just leave, please." DG interrupted, turning away from him. She just really wanted to be left alone.

Cain stood there a moment before making his way to the door, but stopped, "This because I wouldn't dance with you."

DG didn't get the chance to bite back before he was gone, the door shutting close, "Doesn't come close." She said quietly, walking to the couch. DG crumbled onto the cushions, curling herself within them before crying herself to sleep.

He let the door shut behind him and again just stood in place. Cain really had no idea what to do with DG, she wasn't acting right. She'd never hid anything and even if she had, DG never looked this bad. Something was defiantly off and he would find out… with Raw.

Mind made up, Cain's feet finally moved as he walked the short distance down the hall. Raw's room was close to both girls, across from Azkadellia's, in case of emergencies. Well, this diffidently was an emergency. Cain knocked a few times before quietly opening the door.

He peered in and looked for the Viewer, who was sitting ob the bed, "Raw? Can I come in?"

"Late, problems." Raw nodded Cain in, "Pain…"

"Yeah, it's DG. She got hurt, but something's off. Mind coming and seeing?"

"DG not only one in pain." Raw noted, sliding off the bed,

"I feel like she's lying to me. That's why I came to get you." Cain said, rubbing his face a few times.

"Understand." Raw nodded again and followed Cain back to DG's room. He watched as Cain quietly opened the door and entered. He waited outside until Cain waved him in.

"She's on the couch." Cain whispered, "I don't know what to asked of you. We just need to know what might be wrong."

Cain's own confusion worried Raw and he kept glancing to DG's sleeping form. A full-length mirror sat near the window, feet away from DG. Cain followed Raw's gaze and nodded.

"I'll take care of that. You get comfortable." Cain said before fetching the mirror.

Raw found a pillow and sat on the floor by DG's head. He gently rubbed her arm, feeling her mixed emotions fighting within her. Raw could now only guess at what was wrong with his friend, feeling uneasy as Cain.

Cain sat the mirror next to Raw and stood on the other side of DG, ready in case she would wake and try to run. Raw nodded to Cain and closed his eyes, concentrating on DG.

Cain's neck hair stood on end as the mirror came to life. The last few hours replayed in flashes, showing the ball, DG and her friends, and DG going back to her room. The flashes slowed, showing DG crying, her face as she bathed, and the incident.

Cain glanced at Raw and knew the Viewer was feeling the shock as well. In horror, Cain watched DG pick up the scissors and slice her wrist. Tears fell from Raw's eyes as Cain fought back his. The final scene was of DG's reaction just before she ran into Cain.

"So, she had remorse." Cain said in a dead tone, "All this because of that stupid ball."

"Naïve!" Raw roared, breaking the spell. The Viewer stood and faced Cain down, "Hurt by everything. Stressed, scared, hurt…"

"So are a lot of people, but you don't see them doing what she did." Cain bit back, still whispering as not to wake DG, but surprised that Raw hadn't.

Raw could only stare at his friend, horror and shock written across his face. No wonder DG was in turmoil, one of her friends was treating her as if she was a nuisance.

"Coward."

Cain was taken back by Raw's simple statement, "Whatever. She obviously wasn't in her right state of mind and she didn't bleed to death. We'll just watch her closely for now." Cain stated before leaving the room.

Raw stared at the door, feeling angry and betrayed. He even felt that Cain used him just to prove a point. Raw turned back to DG and saw the wound still bleeding. He decided to heal her wound, though he knew it was superficial.

Raw knew he would really have to be there for DG, especially now that it seemed Cain was against her. It didn't take long to heal the cut and soon was just caressing her arm. When he finally looked up, he locked eyes with her before DG looked down at her arm.

"Thank you, Raw." She said, hugging her friend. Raw watched DG as she got off the couch, but then kept his gaze downward. He could hear her dressing and looked up when she approached him.

She no longer had her wrist wrapped and wore a loose, long shirt and lounge pants, "Thank you, again. Good night…" DG hugged Raw again as he stood. He turned to leave and was nearly out the door when he turned to watch her get into bed.

"Night, DG. Come to Raw if need help…" He said to her and shut the door behind him.