— just who the hell is this woman — 

— she should call 119 — 

Is this woman going to do that to her??? Is she safe to call an ambulance? 

"What did you just do, he's going to die you moron —"

She tilts her head, and starts signing, "Threat to you, made you upset."

Is he going to die? She... is not sure. She feels like she should know?

Wait, is she deaf? Fuck she can't even know if she's hearing her — 

She's also let go of her hand and everything is getting worse rapidly —

She collapses to the ground next to the downed mugger and tries to staunch the bleeding. Oh god there's so much blood. 

She turns her head and vomits onto the street away from the mugger. 

Immobilize the object in the wound, keep it still, she can use his shirt, god she's going to throw up again — 

She staggers away. She can't help like this, not when being against the bloodied man is going to make her throw up onto the wound. 

She needs the other woman's hand — 

She grabs it, wipes her other hand on Neo's shirt feverishly, and tries to call 119 on her phone. 

"What's going on?" A passerby approaches, their phone in hand. 

"Bastard tried to mug us but this woman fought back too hard and I think he might die, please, call an ambulance! I think I'm going to puke again, I'm sorry —" 

She dry retches onto the pavement, and thankfully nothing comes up. 

Neo had a brief moment where things made sense and she knew what to do next. Did she enjoy it? Who can say!

For now, she's sad that the pretty lady's still upset. She has no idea why she's upset, the threat isn't still being a threat (as far as she can tell (not very far)). She doesn't seem to be saying anything else to Neo, and it's hard to judge what's making her so sick. She doesn't have an objection to being wiped against?

(She doesn't really have objections to much.)

She has... a memory of rubbing someone's back when he was sick? A guy older than her, and a bunch taller, with bright orange hair?

Why is she remembering that now?

She could try doing it? She guesses?

She kneels down beside her and rubs her back with her free hand.

Ohhhhh that touch feels good. 

Fuck. 

She is so screwed overall. 

Meanwhile the bystander is dialing.

Ishaza slumps against the deaf woman. She wants to cry but tears won't come. 

This is being a very, very bad night. 

Okay, that seems to be working? And the touch sure feels nice.

She wishes she knew why the bystander poking at their phone feels so notable.

She'll just keep petting the pretty girl. That at least makes plenty of sense.