Kekoa mumbled incoherently as he fell against the kitchen island. He sat there dumbly. Meka watched him in distaste as he bled from his head and face. She wiped the tears off her cheeks and nodded at Sim, finally looking at him.
She breathed deeply even though she felt like she was falling apart. "I know," she said stepping over Kekoa's legs. She wrapped her shaking arms around Sim and pressed her face into his chest. "I'm sorry," she manged in between sobs. "I didn't... I couldn't... I punched him an-and he got so mad."