Try as she might, even Jessica wasn't sure that this was a fight she could win. She stumbled back, hunched over in pain, blood spilling from her lips. She wanted out of this game, she couldn't do it. Couldn't keep hurting her friend, it was clear this demon wasn't going to let her win. I'm done. I'm done. She looked on tearfully with bloodshot eyes, swallowing painful sobs that sat heavily in her chest, completely at a loss. Until Wanda spoke to her, and she tried to get out of her own head to listen, letting out a wet cough and shaking her head in protest, no, you could fucking die. "I can't," she whimpered, over and over again until Wanda's command got through to her.
"Survive this or I'll never forgive you," she breathed, raising both hands reluctantly, building the webs of electric venom at her fingertips to her palms. Jessica released all the energy she had and watched as Wanda flew back and hit the ground unconsciously, the dispersed blast cackling around her body. Quickly, she limped over to her, dropped to her knees and checked her pulse. Faint, but there. Still there. Alive. And the demon incapacitated, at least for now. Weakened by trauma and the energy drain, Jessica struggled to lift Wanda up, but managed, and carried her clumsily to the bed, eyed her for a painful beat, and checked again to make sure she was still breathing.
She had to call someone. That was as solid a thought her mind put together before she looked around, took in the macabre scene around her. Bloody walls, puddles of slaughter, broken furniture. The pungent smell of death churned her stomach, brought stinging tears to her eyes, made her dizzy. Jessica staggered past the bed in a daze, barely halfway to the door when she fell back down to her knees in a crouch and tore her throat with a body-convulsing scream.