Sammy gulps a few times, struggling to control her increasing heartbeat. She looks up at Seth. This was wrong; she felt weak and vulnerable. She hadn't felt this way in...ages. She takes a shaky breath and forces a smile on her lips. "It's okay. I'm okay." She puts a slightly shaking hand on his shoulder.
She then gently releases herself from his grip and leans against the teacher's desk, her hand over the wound that was probably already healing.
She then gently releases herself from his grip and leans against the teacher's desk, her hand over the wound that was probably already healing.


