I went right to her and hugged her, careful of her freshly bandaged arm. Angela pulled away from me, letting out a sad sound as her fingertips touched the cut on my neck. I'd forgotten all about it.
"How is she?" I felt Erica hovering behind me, but was grateful she kept her distance.
"She's fine, thanks to you. I really think you arrived just in time." Angela still shook, but she managed a small, quivering smile. "The doctors said if she'd managed to cut any deeper she wouldn't be with us anymore." She sagged for a second then straightened again as if by sheer will. "They think the alcohol in her system along with the jolt of pain from cutting herself finally just shut her down and made her pass out."
If Angela remembered what she witnessed, she wasn't saying and I knew then I had done the right thing.