sick infected with with where i live [dante's]
Wanda doesn't remember how she got to the bar.
Later, that will be a problem. For now, though, she's rushing through the doors--there's a dull noise of incoherent angry screams behind her, footsteps on the pavement, it doesn't matter, she has to get the others. Nica is probably still sleeping--she doesn't know about Pietro, he might be up already. Wanda's not sure about St. John and Adam, either, they're probably still at the library. Oh--Jesus, Adam. Her heart leaps into her throat, and for a second, she sincerely debates going back out there and running to the library to go find them, but that would be stupid. Even if it's a really, really strong impulse.
Wanda slams the door shut behind her and locks it tight. There's a second where she stares at the floor, trying to remember what's real and what's in her head. She did something. She gave Elizabeth something--but it wasn't tangible, it was something she shouldn't be able to give or have. She can still feel it.
Now isn't the time, though.
"Pietro? Nica? Pietro!" It's followed by a lot of mumbling to herself in Romany, which is surely very reassuring for anyone else in the bar.
Later, that will be a problem. For now, though, she's rushing through the doors--there's a dull noise of incoherent angry screams behind her, footsteps on the pavement, it doesn't matter, she has to get the others. Nica is probably still sleeping--she doesn't know about Pietro, he might be up already. Wanda's not sure about St. John and Adam, either, they're probably still at the library. Oh--Jesus, Adam. Her heart leaps into her throat, and for a second, she sincerely debates going back out there and running to the library to go find them, but that would be stupid. Even if it's a really, really strong impulse.
Wanda slams the door shut behind her and locks it tight. There's a second where she stares at the floor, trying to remember what's real and what's in her head. She did something. She gave Elizabeth something--but it wasn't tangible, it was something she shouldn't be able to give or have. She can still feel it.
Now isn't the time, though.
"Pietro? Nica? Pietro!" It's followed by a lot of mumbling to herself in Romany, which is surely very reassuring for anyone else in the bar.