Aaron & McKinley & Kennedy - The Great Hall
There was so much pain. Kennedy wasn't sure what hurt specifically anymore, it was so impossible to distinguish. The power had literally burned her out, making her feel raw and scraped out. Whatever the man on top of her was doing hardly seemed like anything anymore. Her vision was fading, the colors sharpening into almost painful clarity before gradually starting to dim. She could feel the blows, but not really. The momentum of being hit still registered, like she could feel the impact, but no sensation. Which explained why she didn't notice at first when they had stopped. Kennedy was welcoming the blackness. She didn't want to keep her eyes open if Kinley's weren't going to open anyway.
Hearing a voice through the haze, she tried to turn her head, but the effort was too much. It wasn't until she felt a hand on her, a sensation that caused a jolt so electric it made her cry out, that she regained some semblance of true consciousness. Panic suddenly seized her, followed by concern, but she couldn't think of a reason to be feeling those emotions. Were they really hers? Wasn't she numb by now? All she could justify feeling was despair, quite honestly. "Aaron?" she managed, his face wobbling into focus finally as her brain caught up with the words she'd heard. Kennedy's gaze followed his movements, which brought McKinley into her line of sight. Tears swam in her eyes, anguish replacing everything inside her. "She's-" she tried, but couldn't get the words out. She couldn't accept it.
When Aaron announced there was a pulse, however, her whole world swam in front of her as sharp relief made her choke back a sob.
He was telling her they had to go, and Kennedy could see the blood still leaking from her twin to confirm that urgency. The power returned, jolting through her without her conscious effort; just like before. She managed to roll so that her hand was on McKinley instead of listening to his words. "No," she managed, pushing at Aaron's hands stubbornly when he tried to gently coax her into her action. Seconds later, the blood slowed then stopped, seeming to retreat back into McKinley partially. Water from the room suddenly seemed pulled towards them in a rush, surrounding her twin and coating her in a protective cocoon; a healing cocoon. Kennedy could feel the world tilting, could barely see, but knew she had to hold the shell for just a few more seconds before they could go.