Re: Washington Heights: Helena W/Selina K
[She smiled at the whisper; she didn't question. And she was glad she didn't have to tell her how to get to the loft. She didn't remember, and Bruce wasn't here to explain either. And not fighting? Perfect. That last bit of stress left her shoulders, and it wasn't that the hallucinations were abating; her mind just couldn't handle them anymore. Everything was real, and the battle against real and not was over. Simple.]
He's going to have to make time for walks.
[She didn't notice Crane. She didn't smell him, either, because death was so far up her nostrils that it would never leave.
Of course she wanted to lie down. This was a bed, wasn't it?
She curled up on her side without protest, and she closed her eyes as her body shook.] Thank you for helping me to bed, kitten. Too much to drink. [Surely that was it, even if didn't explain the pain that made her cheeks damp with crying, or the bitter coldness that made her burn hot.]