[center][h1][color=BB33FF]Mandy Mason[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/wRkePSP.png[/img]
[color=BB33FF]Location[/color]: New York Streets near car
[color=BB33FF]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]

Mandy read the message from her father, her stomach twisted a little. [color=BB33FF]"We will as soon as we can. There was a small situation. We are fine, but a man is hurt and we are waiting for medical personnel to arrive."[/color] She texted back to him. Her cousin's tap drew her attention and her stomach twisted more. She didn't want to, but she took a step away from the man. 

A small thing of appreciation and pride welled in her heart as she realized her cousin had told her first. He spoke to the others, and the few words she caught on his lips were the same as the ones he had told her. It was such a small thing. But it was rare. Normally in mixed groups the hearing people learned about things first. She loved her cousin a little more for that small gesture. He may not even realize what he had done, and for that she loved him even more.