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GLASS IN THE TREES || HALWAN

WHO: Odette Hale and Rowan Jackson.

WHAT: Lilith and Hale get in a car accident and Hale runs to Rowan’s.

WHERE: Coolsville.

WHEN: Monday, September 26th 2016.

WARNINGS: Trauma????

Hale couldn't believe what she'd just seen. There was no way she could process the events that occurred within the last ten minutes without sending herself into shock. She'd been in the car with Lilith, driving to the grocery store because Hale had begged Lilith to take her to get snacks. Not like she had enough at home, but she wanted a specific kind of donut. One she'd only ever had once but was determined to find it again. They were driving, and Lilith was laughing at something Hale had said; not a mean laugh, but a kind one. It was never a mean laugh. She took her eyes off the road for one second to look over at Hale, and then everything spun out of control. She couldn't remember exactly what had happened, just that all of the sudden the car was bending in ways that it shouldn't have and glass was everywhere. Hale always had the life motto of turning a blind eye to the bad things, but she couldn't pretend she didn't see this. There was blood and glass everywhere, she couldn't move for a few seconds. Her seatbelt was still snapped in, glass shards stuck between it and her skin. Hale looked over to the driver's side to see Lilith hunched over the steering wheel, eyes closed. It was almost too surreal that Hale thought she might be hallucinating. Lilith looked like she'd just fallen asleep in the most uncomfortable position one could find in a car. Hale scrambled to undo her seatbelt and leaned over to wake Lilith up, wanting to tell her that she needed to get up because they hadn't finished their donut quest yet. Hale shook Lilith's shoulder, gently at first then when Lilith didn't respond she tried again harder. When it became obvious that for the first time since Hale had known her, Lilith wasn't going to respond to her Hale tried yelling. She thought she was using her full volume, but when she thought about it she realized she couldn't hear herself at all. There wasn't enough noise in the world that could make Lilith wake up right now, and Hale didn't know what to do. In the distance, she heard police sirens wailing, getting louder as they got closer to the car. Hale panicked, not knowing what to do and kicked her passenger door open, taking off into the night. She couldn't feel anything, and she couldn't really see anything either. Her vision was blurry, and her thoughts were cloudy. She didn't know where to go or what to do, and the only address she could remember was Rowans; Lilith would write it down for her every time she left to go spend time with her and Hale figured if Lilith cared that much to make sure she knew how to get to Rowan's if she needed to, that was her best bet. It took her a while to navigate herself around the streets of Coolsville, since she was still relatively new, but she made it eventually. Coming to a full stop in front of Rowan's door, she knocked a few times.

Rowan hadn’t felt this uneasy for years. Ever since her life changed so drastically, she did whatever she could to stay emotionally unattached, unfeeling and uncaring about anyone that came into her life. She didn’t have any friends, and she most certainly didn’t change fuck buddies or submissives into anything more. As soon as Lilith made it clear that Tatiana had told her about Rowan sleeping with Sage and Bridget, and that she wasn’t happy about it, the usually calm and collected woman felt like a mess. She wasn’t hiding her endeavors in the slightest, but talk of them hadn’t really entered conversation. She had tried to explain that, and explain that nothing with them was anything like their special type of relationship. She had explained things about herself that she hadn’t ever shared with another soul, but none of it would fix what had happened. It had taken all day to convince the girl that meant more to Rowan than she’d admit to herself to come over later that night to talk. In all honesty, the thought that Lilith could very easily call off their arrangement was terrifying. She had finally gotten used to having someone around, and it would be taken away from her like all the other things that were too good for her. After what seemed like hours of brooding, sat on her arm chair and smoking, Rowan finally heard a knocking at her door. In hindsight, it seemed a little strange that Lilith wouldn’t just let herself in as usual, but perhaps their normal customs weren’t in play that evening. Stubbing out her cigarette and standing up, Rowan made her way over to the door, swiftly unlocking it and preparing herself. Swinging the door open, Rowan almost took a step backwards as she found herself face to face with a frightened, shivering Hale. The pathologist was no stranger to a crime scene, and was more perceptive than most when it came to pinpointing tell tale signs. Her eyes flickered around Hale, to the blood on her clothes, the gashes on her exposed skin, the tiny glass shards embedded in her clothes. She had seen it all before. As soon as the realization struck her, Rowan felt her body turn to ice and her jaw tense as her adrenaline kicked in. She didn’t need to ask what happened, and honestly, she wasn’t sure she would be able to listen to the explanation and not have her legs fail her and fall to her knees. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. “Where is she?” Rowan asked, her voice sounding alien to even her own ears. Grabbing her keys with one hand, Rowan pulled the door of her apartment closed behind her before pulling Hale close to her side and under her arm as she walked them quickly down to her car.

Hale opened her mouth to say something when Rowan answered the door, but it was like her brain had shut off. She couldn't even remember how to greet her properly, although she guessed it didn't matter judging by the look on Rowan's face as soon as she took Hale in. She didn't realize what was happening until she was already halfway to Rowan's car, tucked under one of Rowan's arms. She couldn't go back to where Lilith was. She might not know much about law, but she did know that you're never supposed to return to the scene of the crime. She ducked out from under Rowan and backed up a few paces, almost tripping over her own feet in the process, "I can't. I don't want to." She looked down at her hands and pulled one of the larger pieces of glass out from her palm and then looked back up at Rowan. "She's gonna be sad. The windows exploded." There was an enormous amount of nervous energy running through Hale that hadn't been dulled by the near 3 mile run she'd just done to get to Rowan's apartment, and she felt like she needed to go run about 3 more before she might be able to think straight again.

Rowan wasn’t expecting Hale to duck out from under her arm and back away, so she was a little confused as she turned around away from her car, watching Hale almost stumble. Her brow furrowed at Hale’s quiet voice. There was no question that she was anxious to get going and find Lilith to see what was going on. She could be dead or dying. Every moment counted. Letting out a low breath, Rowan closed the distance between her and Hale, taking her hands in her own to grab her attention. “You have to, but it’s okay. You’ve got me with you now and I’ll look after you both.” Rowan insisted, knowing that she actually meant every word that she was saying. So much for being a loner with no feelings. “You’re not in trouble and I can assure you she’s not going to be sad. She needs us to help her.” Rowan tried to explain, completely unused to talking to anyone in such a manner, but it was what needed to be done. Moving to cup Hale’s cheek, she forced her to make eye contact. “You have to take me to her and I promise I’ll make it better. You can trust me, Hale.”

Hale didn't want to look at Rowan, she didn't want to see the look of urgency that was going to drag Hale back to where Lilith was. Back to where Hale had left her, hanging over the steering wheel. She felt a little better as Rowan's voice became softer and gentler. She didn't like when people were gruff with her, she could never understand their reasoning for it. There was never anything bad enough that could make Hale raise her voice, or speak to someone with even a hint of disdain but she had a feeling that whatever was happening to Lilith was bad. Probably very bad. Hale was a little taken aback by Rowan insisting that she could trust her; she was usually so open with the trust she put in people so she found it odd that someone would be standing in front telling her she could do so. She nodded finally, after being forced to look Rowan in the eyes. "We were going to the store. The one with the big light up sign and the friendliest bakery workers. They all know me by name. Sometimes they give me free cookies."

Rowan let out a steady breath as Hale finally nodded, seemingly relaxing a little against her hand. She could tell that the girl was still a bundle of nerves and shakes, but if this was what Rowan knew it to be, then it was understandable. She would be in shock. “Okay, then we better go and find Lilith,” Rowan replied quietly. She really had no idea where Hale was talking about, so if it had to be a case of checking every store with a bakery in the close vicinity, then so be it. Ushering Hale back under her arm, Rowan helped her into her seat as soon as they got to the car, buckling her in herself to save Hale struggling with shaking hands. When she finally slumped into the driver’s side, Rowan let out steady sigh as she roared the engine to life. She was smart enough to know when her body was acting away from her head, and this was one of those times. She had to get to Lilith, and her emotional side had to make way for her rational one to get her there. “She’s going to be alright, Hale. We’re just going to go and get her.” Rowan spoke softly as she began driving at a possibly reckless speed, searching for where they needed to be. Crossing a junction, Rowan caught sight of a fire truck, lights and sirens blazing. The way her stomach dropped was enough to know that her suspicions were probably accurate as they started to follow the truck. Whoever was at the scene, if they had to cut Lilith out, Rowan would be damned if they’d do anything before she could see her. “It’s going to be okay.” She spoke again, not sure if she was talking to Hale or herself.

Hale let Rowan lead her to the car and buckle her in, grateful that she did because she wasn't entirely sure how well her hands would function under the pressure of having to remember her exact location before she'd ended up at Rowan's door. It hadn't occurred to her that Lilith could be seriously hurt until Rowan kept telling her she was going to be alright, and the closer they got to the street that the oncoming car had barreled into them the more her stomach seemed to twist and flop. She pulled her knees up to her chest, sinking as far as she could into the passenger seat as they followed the fire truck. In her experience, fire trucks usually meant that something bad was happening somewhere. She didn't want to be there, and she definitely wasn't ready to see police cars and the fire trucks surrounding a now crumpled car when they turned onto the street Hale had run from. She was tempted to bolt out of Rowan's moving car, and had her hand on the seatbelt to unlock it before she felt the car rolling to a stop in front of the accident.

Rowan felt her stomach drop as soon as the accident came into view, stopping the car as abruptly as the truck in front. “Don’t run anywhere. You need to stay. You have to do that for me.” Rowan requested quietly, mouth closing quickly after the words left her, jaw tightening. Kicking her door open, Rowan let her rational facade drop as she ran towards the car, pushing people behind and away from her as she went. The sight of a mess of black hair attached to a torso slumped through the windscreen was enough to stop Rowan in her tracks. She had seen it all before. It was too familiar, and her chest throbbed down into her stomach. Not again. Not Lilith. Just as she was about to surge forward, Rowan felt a thick hand wrap around her arm and requesting she step back. Finally feeling herself snap, Rowan ripped her arm away from the grasp, pulling her hospital ID from her pocket, torso rising and falling from her panicked breath. “I work at the hospital. That’s… That’s my girlfriend.” She forced out, before her legs sparked back into life to take her towards the car. “Lilith… Lilith, baby!” Rowan cried, scrambling up onto the car hood to where Lilith was pushed through the broken glass. Raising a shaking hand, Rowan gently attempted to brush back the blood stained locks from her special someone’s face, finding only a tranquil stillness beneath. “You’re going to be alright. They’re going to cut you out. I’m right here..” She rambled, desperately letting her fingers make their way to the pulse point in her neck. Fueled by her own panic, Rowan wasn’t sure if she felt Liliths’ heartbeat or her own. Any fighting and upset that had happened earlier in the day meant nothing now. Only Lilith and her wellbeing. “Don’t just stand there! Fucking cut her out!” Rowan bellowed, turning to the firefighters that were loitering a short distance away, seemingly muttering about what they were going to do and who the hell Rowan was. Soon enough, they started to spring into action, moving to set up equipment to get Lilith out. “They’re going to cut you out. I’m here.. Hale’s okay. You’re going to be fine. You just gotta.. Hang on for us. There’s a good girl.” She spoke softly, cupping the woman’s pale, lifeless face.

Hale watched Rowan sprint out of the car and to the accident, not verbally giving her a promise she'd stay there, but not making any plans to run either. She didn't like how many people were surrounding them, and how many lights were flashing. It was all a little bit too much for her and she buried her face in her hands, still hunched over in her seat. She didn't look up until she heard rapping on the window, the noise startling her so much that she was sure she looked like a deer in the headlights when her head popped up suddenly. Someone she assumed was from the fire department was outside her window, apparently noticing that Hale was still covered in blood. It was starting to dry though, and she knew she'd be okay after a shower. They motioned for Hale to get out of the car, asking something out loud, but between the glass and her state of shock it all sounded like a garbled mess to her. She just wanted Rowan to come back, and she wanted Lilith to wake up and for them to drive away from the mess in front of her. When the fireman opened Hale's door to talk to her she got scared. He started trying to get her to come out of the car so they could make sure she was okay, and if Hale could have figured out how to get her seatbelt off, she would have jumped over the seat and out of the back of the car. But since she was tied down, all she could do was start yelling to get him to back up. It was nothing cohesive, just a montage of panicked, guttural sounds that got louder and louder as the man stood his ground. She didn't know what else she could do to get him to leave so she extended her legs and shoved him as hard as she could with her feet before pulling them back in almost instantly and curling back up into a ball.

Rowan wasn’t sure if it took simply minuets, or a long hour for the firefighters to cut Lilith free from the car. The entire time, Rowan kept her eyes on Lilith’s vacant face for any signs of stress or coloration for crush syndrome. When nothing came, and paramedics started to rush in to stabilize her and fix her to a board, Rowan finally let her hand fall. They wouldn’t know anything yet - not really. It would take x-rays and CT scans to really see the severity of what was going on, and Rowan knew she had to make sure Lilith received the best care at the hospital. Trauma surgeons were great at what they did, but Lilith deserved the specialists. Rowan would make that happen. She had to make it happen. “I just have to get hold of somebody. Take her as fast as you can, please.” Rowan pleaded with a passing paramedic that she recognised, receiving a nod. Turning on her heel, Rowan made her shaking way back to her car. As much as she didn’t want to leave Liliths’ side for a second, she had Hale to think about. It would have been too much for her to me shoved into a cramped, speeding ambulance as they rushed to stabilize Liliths’ life. She needed to be delicate with her, because that’s what Lilith would have wanted. Spotting Hale shove a firefighter from the car door with her feet, Rowan jogged over just in time to watch him fall back, and Hale to curl back up. “Hey..” She spoke softly, after waving off the firefighter. “Come on. We’re going to go and meet Lilith at the hospital.” Rowan explained, reaching past the frightened girl to unbuckle her seatbelt before lifting her into her arms bridal style. She knew the girl was a flight risk, and the lights and sirens would be a lot for anyone, much less someone who has experienced trauma. Holding her securely, Rowan carried her to the back of the second ambulance that would take them to the hospital.

Hale instantly felt bad for kicking the fireman down since she was never really one to project any kind of physical aggression towards anyone, but she didn't really feel like she had a choice. She heard people buzzing around her, commands and calls being made left and right, and she just let it all pass over her head. She didn't want to be a part of this situation, and as she heard someone else approach her she almost shot out a leg again before realizing it was Rowan. She didn't particularly like being picked up and moved to the one place she really did not want to go, but she didn't want to hurt Rowan and she'd already halfway promised not to run away again so she just buried her face in Rowan's shirt and let herself be carried until she was set down. As soon as she was seated in the back of the ambulance she turned away from everyone again, not wanting either of the paramedics in the back to ask her anything. She didn't like hospitals, and she especially didn't like it when one of her friends was in them, so she figured she would stay like that until Rowan told her it was time to move again.

Rowan could feel the nervous energy radiating from Hale as she sat down beside her in the ambulance. She knew that the girl was probably thinking so much, trying desperately to understand what was going on. All in all, she had no idea where her mind could possibly be going to. She was so naive, it must have been terrifying. Reaching out to take Hales hand as the ambulance started its slower, but still urgent journey to the hospital. She wasn't one for comforting physical contact, but now wasn't really a time to be pedantic about anything. "She'll be okay. I'll make sure she is. She just needs the doctors and I'll get her the best treatment, i promise." Rowan spoke quietly, her jaw tensing. "I'll take care of you, too."

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