Snippet #2166794

A small smile of relief crossed Lilith's lips as Liam stood up, albeit somewhat shakily. After what had just happened, that was completely understandable. She was just glad he was relatively okay. She felt several peculiar twinges of her own as she stood up, but decided to ignore them for now. She was tiring, this hellish day finally taking its toll on her. She unconsciously kept Liam's hand firmly in her grasp. Both boys seemed to be rather taken with the picture on the wall of a parachuter. Art was not something Lilith pretended to know anything about, but she went with Liam up to the painting none the less.

She gave him a quizzical look as he touched the painting, something that quickly turned into a delighted smile as the elevator behind was revealed. "I could kiss you right now," She murmured, smiling sheepishly when she released what she'd said. Suddenly intense pain shot through her abdomen, enough o make her hiss in pain, shortly followed by the sound of metal hitting the sound. For a moment, she froze, convinced that she-they-had been shot. She moved her free hand to her stomach instinctively, absent-mindedly lifting it to see the damage. Her brow furrowed in confusion. No fresh blood. She looked up to Liam and to Matthew, before looking back to her stomach, to where several bloodied remains of bullets lay at her feet. She slipped her hand under the scrub top, under the netting of her own. The flesh was smooth and dry... She revealed another bullet fragment, entangled in her clothes. Well, that hadn't happened before. Placing it in her pocket, she tried to pretend that it hadn't happened, and made to move the painting instead.