New Orleans, Early Season 5
@taleofmuses
It wasn't the first time she'd woken with sweat beaded and dripping down her back, heart racing in her chest. Not the first time she'd watched as one face or another fell, glassy eyes staring back at her, cold and bloodied hands reaching out for her - Brenda, her parents, Tony, Guero. But now James had joined the fray, Guero's head in her lap morphing to James', sending her upright and gasping in her bed.
She'd thrown the covers off and slipped from her bed. She wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, not now. Not with visions of James dead dancing in her mind, nor his cryptic warning dancing around her head. They were coming for her. He was injured, but stable per the doctor. Pote and King George didn't trust him, wanting to leave to figure things out, but Teresa refusing to leave until James could give more information and come with them. She didn't want to lose him again.
Teresa found her way into the kitchen, trying to be quiet, not wanting to wake anyone who should be sleeping. Filling herself a glass of water, she leaned against the counter, trying to rid herself of the images and thoughts spiraling in her mind. The sound of someone else padding to join her, had her turning to pour her water out. "I'm fine, Po..." She started, anticipating her trusted sicario to be the one coming to check on her and falling silent when instead she was face to face with James.
"James..." she started, eyes flickering down the hallway behind him, "you shouldn't be out of bed." It was the easiest. Ignore everything that had happened, urge him back to bed. She wasn't ready or in the right headspace to face everything that came with his sudden return into her life.
















