Who: Laura, Heather and Tony, Narrative. When: After this and this Where: A rather massive oak, at the lakes bank. What: A breath of fresh air was needed, as was the need to simply bleed. Rating: Medium for bloodshed. Laura had thought, like everything else her claws were gone. That they were taken by whatever had taken her senses away. It was more like, for whatever reason, the tendons that caused them to move in and out of her skin had frozen. It took extreme anger to bring them out again. It was like the act as purely automatic. Yet the pain that followed was surprisingly harsh, and nearly blinding. She was fortunate that it had only been one set.
Like a wounded animal she searched out a place to hide, leaving a trail of blood droplets from the cabin she shared with Gabriel, Aziraphale, and Much to the tree. It's aged branches stretched far, some of the longer ones even trailed over the lake's surface. Only having the use of one hand she was unable to climb very high, only to the second branch from the bottom.
The simple white teeshirt, something she had once won from Tony in a snowball fight, was soaked in places, where she had attempted to stop the bleeding. Though she had never had to do such a thing before so she had given up after the second time it soaked through, simply because it hurt to much to put even the slightest amount of pressure on it. Sure that it would have to stop soon, she simply let her arm hang at her side.
Her arm quaked, causing her fingers to tremble. She closed her eyes against the pain. The bleeding had slowed, but it had not stopped, having dripped enough from her finger tips that it formed a small puddle in the dirt below.
Even through the pain she missed her son. She missed the smell of his skin, the downy softness of his skin. His giggles ran around in her memory, as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Did he miss her like she missed him? She was unsure if it was the argument with Robin that made it harder to be away, or the lack of being able to sense him from where ever she was in the resort. Though it could have been the simple fact that she was a mother who longed for her child. Yet she was not welcome, or so she thought, in his father's home.
A distant part of her knew that it probably wasn't wise to go to sleep. And she felt the incredible need to reach out to someone that would be on her side. That would come to her rescue. That wasn't overly tied up in being friends with Robin. She reached out to Tony.
It was almost as if he had his own powers. Tony was able to balm over a few of her internal aches. If he hadn't been so good of a Special Agent, he would have made a very good doctor. But he made an excellent white knight.
Laura had never felt the way she did at that moment. It was as if there was something in her head wiping away everything, her memories, her thoughts were slipping through her fingers. But it was as if he and Robin were trying to keep her awake.
Before she knew it Tony was rescuing her. The pain she felt in her arm somewhat blinded her and she was unable to tell just how she got out of the tree. One moment she was sitting on the limb, the next she was being carried as if she weighed nothing. One arm draped over his shoulder, where the hand that was bleeding rested against her chest, so that she wouldn't get any blood on him. "Thank you." She whispered weakly.
"Think nothing of it X." She had to have drifted off, because the trip between the tree and the house he shared with Heather was a blur. She was just suddenly on the bed in their spare bedroom and his wife was patching her up. Where had all that time gone? It did't matter. She couldn't feel her hand anymore, and that was a good thing.
She was sure she drifted in and out as the skin between her knuckles was being stitched up. Either that or Heather worked quickly, because she remembered one knuckle being worked on, followed by the other. And then her hand was wrapped up, her arm bound between to splints.
"Here, take these." The shorter woman offered a few pills with a smile, and a glass of water. Pushing herself up from beneath the covers she took the offered pills. She hadn't hardly noticed she'd been tucked in, her clothes changed.
"Thank you, Heather." Something about the smaller woman reminded her of her mother. It could have been her eyes, or it could have been her naturally nurturing manner.
As she was left alone once again, she found her phone and began the needed means of patching up things with Robin.