"I didn't do this," Wanda said weakly. Had she? She remembered setting up a meeting with Wicked and then going, but it hadn't occurred to her that she'd blacked out again, lost time. Wanda looked at her hands and noted with surprise the blood under her fingernails. The monster was toying with her, trying to unravel her. Wanda held tight to Jess's arms to stay on her feet. She felt faint, but she tried to fight it. Fainting would put her friend in danger.
"A hospital can't do anything," she said hopelessly. Jessica's concern was only compounding her distress, and that horrible voice urged her to surrender to her pain and exhaustion. Wanda shook her head violently and suppressed a sob as she finally admitted to Jessica, "I'm possessed. I need Daimon-" The demon reacted violently at the mention of Hellstorm and Wanda spasmed in Jess's hold and then began to choke, her eyes wide. She could feel bile rising in her throat, but she her limbs were heavy as the demon scrabbled for control, trying to hold her still. Wanda couldn't get away and, horrified, she opened her mouth and spewed blood and gore all over Jessica.
The hideous laughing filled her head, taunting her, as Wanda regained control of her body all at once as the demon suddenly let go. She slumped, sobbing, to the floor into the disgusting puddle dripping around Jessica's feet. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she moaned, clutching her head and swaying. Her insides contracted and she felt another wave of carnage burn her throat and then exploded onto the floor. Her body shook and her head ached and Wanda knew instinctively the struggle was over. There was already blackness at the edges of her vision and she looked up at Jess to mouth one last apology before she fell back, unconscious.