It eventually occurred to Jessica in her desperate search for some way to contact Daimon that the only resource available were these magical tomes that she knew fuck all about. But he needed to be here, if he had the fucking answers, he could fucking explain-- "Wanda." Jessica looked up and dropped the book she'd been rummaging through to go to her. She wasn't dead, but she wasn't fine either. So far from it that Jessica cursed herself for ever thinking so. Looking her in the face, into her dull gaze, Jessica realized it was so much worse than she could have imagined. There were no time for questions, these animal corpses, they didn't fucking matter. "We've got to get you help. I can call someone, we can go to the hospital." Jessica pulled turned her away from the gore and pulled her into a hug. "Tell me what you need."