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Deget waited, her gaze never wavering from Tom. It came as to her as a great relief when he took her hand. "Tom.." she whispered happily and for a moment, her grip on whatever was in her bag loosened so she could help the other up. That was her next mistake. thrown off by the sudden jerk. A yelp would've sounded if it had not been for the shuddering gasp she gave. Falling backward, the other fell down with her.

Oh, that reminded her of London's Bridge. Except for the fact that in London's Bridge, you weren't stabbed. Or bleeding. Hah, childhood fun, right?

Giving a grunt, she used the momentum of her fall and gave Tom a good headbutt. But that proved to be a bad decision. With her head already throbbing from her last fall, the cut that she'd gotten from falling from the vents, and everything else, her vision blinked out for a moment.

Then it popped back, blurred and distorted slightly.

Great. Now she had a headache and bad vision. Not to mention having to hurt someone she cared about- when she got the chance to, that is. Her head.. really was, blatantly, fucked up.