Rem wasn't exactly sure how long he just stood there, across the room, frozen as if in shock. He just stood there, his eyes set on Katherine's still body, but a distant look on his face, as if he were not actually focusing on it. It still hadn't really registered in his mind that Katherine had gone - that she had gone, and left him there. In a small way, he felt resentful that she had gone on to that better place, and had left him there in the dirt. But then the other side of him, the more understanding side, told him that that was ridiclous. Of course katherine would have stayed there with him, if given the chance. She would, wouldn't she ?
"Rem, you're hurt," Cat said quietly, her voice invading the small, disturbed reality he had just created for himself. She had in her hands some bandages, and what appeared to be some rubbing alcohol. She was looking at his neck, and the cut that had been made by Maxime.
He didn't reply for a moment. A small part of him didn't want her to heal the cut - after all, it was the only proof that Maxime had ever existed at all. It was as if he were going crazy, from his grief and confusion. So many people had died in the last day - Peter, Maya, John... And now, Katherine. "It's not so bad," he said quietly. "Don't bother, Cat."
Cat's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could see vaguely from the corner of her eyes that she was upset with him, and trying to still hold back tears. "Don't bother? You'll die from infection," she snapped. "Is that what you want?!"
"Maybe it is," Rem retorted, his eyes cold as he glared at her.