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Still breathing uneasily from her angry tirade, Annabel was attempting to calm herself down, looking Simon straight in the eyes. Well, s**t. She hadn't meant to scare him that badly. Sitting down on the edge of his bunk, Annabel reached out and put a gentle paw on his shoulder, unable to muster a reassuring smile. She simply sat for a moment- giving a soft squeeze on the shoulder in an attempt to convey something- and looked away.

"...I'm the one who put them there, Simon." She barely whispered, loud enough that only he could hear. Still, she couldn't bring herself to make eye contact- she'd vowed to protect him, and here he was, stung to hell as a result of her anger issues. No other word could describe her physical demeanor but wilted- ears and tail drooping, she shook her head.

"God, I am so, so sorry. Is there anything I can do...?" Annabel asked, finally managing to look him in the eyes. Christ, he just looked so... beaten, was the only way to put it. Still keeping her distance, she shifted a little more towards him, finally removing her paw.

"I am so, so sorry.."

She nodded in slight agreement to the question of begging Chef for ice- if not on that, she'd go to Chris about it, if she had to. Simon didn't seem like the type of guy he'd hate- hopefully, he'd stop being an egotistical p***k for two seconds and understand. Thinking only a flash on the host, thought, Annabel attempted to put some of grace back into her actions. Slowly standing, as to avoid the bunk above her, Annabel simply stared at Simon a moment. Christ, she'd never make up the trust to him that she'd just lost... moving toward the changing station, she quickly nabbed the bowl of water and cloth, scurrying back toward Simon.

"We'll get you some ice, easily," she cooed gently, trying to keep her anger as in-check as possible. Sitting on the edge of the bunk once more, she wet the cloth, looking up to Simon questioningly.

"For now, we can wet it. That'll help. And if we can't get any ice, I can probably nab you some baking soda. That gets rid of the swelling." Annabel gave a sheepish smile at this.

"Or, it did when I was a kid. Unless the laws of science have changed in the last few years, and I missed the damn memo, we should still be good." And, hopefully, that one would be easier to get. She'd personally go to Chef for it, if she had to- if not, to Chris. Groveling to the rat b*****d wasn't something she particularly wanted to do, but if it was for Simon- to make up for this- her dignity could be damned for a day.

Still absently wetting the cloth in the bowl, her smile faded.

"I.. I didn't mean it for you. I didn't mean it for anyone in our cabin- that's why I put the warning out there last night. I just get... angry. A lot. And I'd thought... I don't know, someone else being miserable would make me feel better." At this, a sad smile.

"Guess I'm no better than the Rat b*****d, huh."

He didn't protest at the suggestion of the wet cloth approach - really, anything that was even cool sounded like it would be heavenly right now. Ice would be wonderful, sure, but he'd accept anything he could get his paws on here if it meant a bit of relief in a place that promoted so much misery.

"Oh, hi," he smiled at Helena, giving a small wave. "You mustn't have stayed to the end of the ceremony, huh? It ended up being Cotton."

He turned back to Annabel, mustering up a reassuring look and tone, saying, "Oh, please. You're way better than that guy - I bet he wouldn't ever apologize or admit he's wrong to anyone, even with a bazooka pointed at his head."

Still intently staring at Simon, at this point moving the rag to begin cleaning his face, Annabel flicked her ears at the other girl's entrance. She made no move to say hello, focused on the task at hand- tenderly, but still with enough firmness to get the job done, she was applying cool water to all of the swollen areas. Tail swishing quietly as she worked, a sad sort of smile took her face.

"I'm sorry to sound like a harsh b***h here, Helena," She said quietly, bringing the cloth to the bowl once more, and resuming, "But somebody had to go home. And Cotton didn't make the jump," Annabel continued, as if that justified the entire thing. Pursing her lips slightly as she resumed work, she cast a glance over her shoulder to the lace-ridden girl.

"And... I can give you mine, if you want it, any time. You never know who's going home next, so I'd enjoy your friends while you have 'em."

She paused, then.

"Or we could use this to learn- next time, we're not getting our assess kicked." Her focus was entirely back on Simon, now.

"Not hurting you, am I?"

Ratchet was having a really interesting dream. One of the better ones she'd ever had, about a sapient T. Rex that only listened to her and was running around an amusement park. It was probably her subconscious's way of making up to her for having to vote somebody off last night. She and the dinosaur were having fun together. But the T. Rex was gettin' all loud and stompy- too loud and stompy for her! The commotion woke her up to see that there was not, in fact, a loud and stompy T. Rex coming down on the cabin, but a swollen Simon, an angry Annabel, and Helena making sniffly sounds above her. "W... wu? What's goin' on?" she said with a yawn. "What happened?" Rolling out from under the blanket, Ratchet shook her head to clear it. She'd apparently slept through the wake-up call, and she was confused.

Helena sniffled and mumbled something about Cotton being too shy to jump..They did have to vote someone off..she just hoped it didn't have to be someone she had already met.

Hearing Annabel's offer she nodded under the sheets, but realized the movement probably wasn't visible, being hidden and up high. So she told her a simple "Okay." and turned around in her bed, holding Edward and Bella close.

Simon removed his glasses when he noticed Annabel started focusin more on his face, so she wouldn't to jostle and adjust them every ten seconds. He idly wiped away some smudges on them with his shirt while Ratchet got a concise summary of what happened, and added, "One of the Sharks lost a team member, too. It was... another girl, Laura or something like that." And Chris had looked pretty happy to see that one leave...

"We might try and get ice later, but..." His ears perked a bit. "Aloe? I guess it's worth a try..."

Simon tensed up and turned momentarily red at Annabel's suggestion, but quickly shook it off. After all, it's not like he had much to hide or show off, and it wasn't anything that she wouldn't see in his swimming gear anyway. "Ummm... I guess?"

Momentarily scooting away, he gingerly peeled off his shirt and set it off to the side. There were indeed plenty more nasty stings here, trailing down his back well past the waistline of his pants.

"Aloe would help the pain, and soothe the skin," she agreed, ignoring the comments on a lost team member. Call her unsympathetic, but what was done was done; they wouldn't be getting her back any time soon. It was for the best not to dwell, and simply move on. That way, less time would be spent being unproductive and mourning the lost.

Or maybe it was just because she hadn't met Cotton; were Simon or Ratchet to go, Annabel would likely hit a funk- and by funk, she meant attacking the nearest tree as much as possible. Would they miss her, though? She'd been plenty of a b***h to warrant some hatred on her part- honestly, she was shocked the cabin was getting on so well with her. Maybe it was because she could at least fake an apology for the worst of it.

At the sight of his swollen body, Annabel visibly winced and hissed slightly, turning the other way. Good GOD, the bees had gotten the boy once more. Taking the bowl of Aloe from Ratchet with a thank you, Annabel resumed her work on Simon once more.

Constantly, she was switching between wetting the spots, then applying Aloe. It was taking a while- and she was definitely trying not to let it fluster her (How many guys' chests was she going to have to take care of here?!), but it was just what she had to do. She'd set all of this up, after all.

"s**t, Tiger. They got you bad."