cecelia wonders if she'll ever be able to brace enough for this, for the sight of one of them being rushed in on a gurney sometimes so still, sometimes stained scarlet with blood, sometimes all but arguing to already get out of there, but it seems there's never enough time to brace herself for the hits.
of all the things that have happened, all of the things she's been terrified will happen, all of her nightmares and daydreams she never thought she would be dealing with this again so close to ... to home.
house fire. smoke inhalation. heart attack on scene. fourteen minutes.
she doesn't realize how desperately she needs to see harper until the blonde is in front of that window, immediately wrapping an arm around her shoulders guiding her towards the shelter of an empty room. still, she keeps her arms around the young woman wishing if she could never brace herself that she could offer that to harper every time. she can't do anything more for bobby, she can't even keep track of athena when she's barely recovered herself and now it feels like harper is breaking apart in her arms.
" is he going to die, cece ? "
her hands have been shaking ever since the call, ever since the gurneys had rushed in, ever since she had to make that phone call and they haven't stopped .. she doesn't think they ever will at this point. untangling herself from the blonde, cecelia uses a shaking hand to brush blonde hair away from flushed and tear damp features, refusing to meet harper's gaze for a moment,
" i don't-i don't know, harper, " the words claw themselves out of her, leaving scratches behind on the insides of her throat, her lungs, her heart, " but, he's strong, just like you are, strong like all of you grant-nashes and that means more than anything on a chart, alright ? that's what i need you to hold onto. "
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