WHO: Eva and Sofiya (and Steve if he wants to wake up) WHERE: St. Mungos WHEN: Friday Morning WHAT: Visiting the injured RATING: TBD probably low
She didn't want to be there. The building loomed inhumanely large in front of her. Or rather loomed with the memory of a fifteen year old girl. She could remember just how terrified she'd been as she arrived with her family, Nicolas already inside healers working on him. They'd left only hours later. They said they tried everything but there was simply nothing they could do. That was the last time she'd ever set foot in St. Mungo's.
Eva had been quite content to keep it that way, far more willing to end up in a muggle hospital or just not go to one at all. But she wasn't here for her. It was Steve. Steve. He wasn't supposed to be hurt, the one that needed saving. He was always the one with his head on right, the safe one. The one that never stirred the waters. Yet here he was, injured. Basically okay if Michael was to be believed. The fear that he wasn't alright was the only thing that managed to outweigh her fear of St. Mungos.
Almost, she was still certain she was going to throw up in the nearest waste bin.
She was pacing the length of the entry way, not quite ready to go to the floor that Steve was on. Yes, it was ridiculous she knew it, but couldn't change it just the same. All she could do was repeat to herself that he would be fine, he was fine, he'd always be fine.