this could be your lucky day in hell

[colla_voce]

And despite the fact that this is supposed to be a patient's room, there's nothing to indicate that, no bed, no chart, no light - yes yes there is light, and Eden wishes to god there wasn't.

There's a corpse suspended from the ceiling. She's hanging by what looks like a giant fishhook lodged in her lower back. Her hair is blood-soaked and covers

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[myfatherstask]

It's surprising how little fear has to do with his other emotions right now, how even the forced absence of it can't stop every single organ in his body from lurching horribly at the sight, the smell, the taste in the air, oh, god, what HAPPENED here?

Eden is saying something, but he can't hear her; his body is rebelling against everything in this place and he's coughing and gagging and vomiting in the corner. It's not fear; he's just completely, desperately appalled.

[colla_voce]

Eden finally closes her eyes by actually putting her hands over them, peeping out like a little kid. The sound and smell of someone being sick is never...pleasant, but at this point at least it's not, uh, everything else in the room, Christ.

The room she's forcing herself to take stock of now, although she keeps coming back to the hook at the center, to her, and being angry helps. A little. Until she finishes checking the walls and comes to a realization so sharp she thinks maybe she's just going to join Mohinder over there in the corner.

"...Mohinder. There's no door."

[myfatherstask]

Of course there's no door. God. Of course there isn't. But he can't be frightened, only helplessly resigned.

"She won't let us out that easily," he murmurs. He doesn't know when he started thinking of Antinora as a 'she.' It's not the name--it's just that when he thinks of what drives this place, of the force that might be behind it, of what called to them, he thinks of four colorless arms and a ravening, blood-dripping mouth. He thinks of Kali.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thinks he sees something--behind the woman, who swings softly, dripping, back and forth, in the wind created by his movement as he darts forward to try to see if that's really a door on the opposite wall or just a trick of the shadows.

[colla_voce]

"She?" Mohinder has...probably never heard that note of shrill hysteria in Eden's voice before, but then they'd never talked much about her past, the metric fuckton of awful shit she was aware people could do to the people they claimed to love. One of the many reasons Eden has never told Mohinder she loves him is that in her mind a lot of the time love makes you an asshole.

'If you just didn't make me so angry, if I didn't love you so much I wouldn't hit you, I wouldn't have to keep you in line, you know it's just because you're so important to me, come on baby, I won't do it again, I love you.'

This is not Eden's experience, or this would be a lot messier. "What do you mean she, she's not doing this, this isn't her fault!" She steps closer to...the body (you can't think of them as people, Eden, they're a job and you have to do your job) and the light swings again, in a totally different space from where Mohinder's checking.

"It--wait. The light. We need the light." She's...going to be sick.