She wanted the pyramid cop to go away. She knew Luke could get jealous, and she knew he could get angry. She still had trouble believing he would hurt things, but she didn't want to risk it. Not here. Not with the kids. Not with the nurses moving forward in jerky concern. That was how she knew the nurses were worried; their limbs, they jerked.
Gus was tugging, and Wren shifted Lia onto her hip and went to pry the little boy's hand from Luke's. She didn't see the new glint of shiny metal in the little boy's hand. Why would she? Gus never played with knives. He was scared of hurty things. Knives, belts, guns and loud voices, and the little boy hid from all of them.
So the knife that sliced at her grabbing hand was unseen, and the pain just made her jerk back for a tiny second, before she reached for the little boy again. Drio, drip, drip of blood.] We have to trim your fingernails, bebe.
But then Luke was shoving at Gus, and Wren screamed. But Luke was stronger, and he pulled, and it was all she could do to hold onto Lia.] NO. We have to get Gus. We have to get Gus.
[But the pyramid cop, he was following. She could hear, and Luke was stronger than her, and she only faltered a few times as she ran, tears and tears and tears down her face. She looked over her shoulder in time to see the pyramid cop reach for one of the nurses, her maman's face behind that distorted nothing. She tripped a little, but the man was busy tearing the nurse's clothes off, and she stared.]