âââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
xxlocation: apartmentxxxxxxxxxxoutfit: here
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"
As Max said her name, the seriousness of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. Her heart nearly stopped as Max showed her her injuries. "Shit. Shit shit shit fuck-" She muttered to herself, getting to her feet. She pulled off her shirt and screwed it up, trying to assess which injury was worse. Gunshots to the thigh could be very, very bad, but if she hadn't bled out by that point, it wasn't as bad as she could be. She pressed the t-shirt to Max's side and moved the girl's hand to press it. "You gotta keep as much pressure as you can on that, okay?" She ordered. She got to her feet, retrieving a blanket and her phone. Her mind was racing. The best thing to do was probably call an ambulance. But they might ask questions, questions Willow didn't want asked. Instead, she dialled out a different number, one which was answered almost straight away. "SOS. My apartment. Bring Winter and Poppy. ASAP." She nearly barked, her phone pressed between her jaw and shoulder as she started wrapping Max's leg with the blanket, tying it as tight as she could.
"I'm working on it, babe, you hear me? Got loads of stuff to tell you. But you gotta hold on for me, you hear? I've got help coming, they can fix you up. And backup. People that are gonna keep us safe." She told Max, keeping her voice calm. Suddenly, everything seemed a lot more real. It hadn't been a coincidence that she was attacked outside that bar. It was a targeted attack. It wasn't just the heroes any more. It was everyone who dared to be different. Her phone buzzed with a text. "Outside -H." She hit the buzzer to let them in.
"Come on, tell me a story. Or sing me a song. Something to stop me from freaking out, yeah?" She asked, reaching over to press down on Max's wound, keep as much pressure on it as possible."
"I'm working on it, babe, you hear me? Got loads of stuff to tell you. But you gotta hold on for me, you hear? I've got help coming, they can fix you up. And backup. People that are gonna keep us safe." She told Max, keeping her voice calm. Suddenly, everything seemed a lot more real. It hadn't been a coincidence that she was attacked outside that bar. It was a targeted attack. It wasn't just the heroes any more. It was everyone who dared to be different. Her phone buzzed with a text. "Outside -H." She hit the buzzer to let them in.
"Come on, tell me a story. Or sing me a song. Something to stop me from freaking out, yeah?" She asked, reaching over to press down on Max's wound, keep as much pressure on it as possible."