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“We really shouldn’t be doing this…” maybe for ghost ava? - 3 or 5 sentences or however long you’d like :)
Ava did a lot of things she regretted in her life, some of them stemming from her borderline and others simply out of human error. She had been so thoughtful on paper but as she reached her end all she became was impulsive. Looking back her downward spiral was obvious, though perhaps she wasn’t the only problem if no one else had noticed until she bled out under Connor’s scalpel.
Even in death, old habits die hard. It’s what Ava told herself to justify what she was about to do, knowing full well what Jason would say.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this, Bekker…”
He wasn’t there, though. He didn’t see what Ava saw, he never could. As much as Jason wanted to understand her over-emotional attachment to things, he never would. He could warn her about the shadow people all he wanted. It wouldn’t change the fact that ignoring the scene in front of her would make her as heartless as the living chalked her up to be.
The emergency department was crawling with people, as loud and uncomfortable as Ava remembered. It wasn’t the bloodied faces of patients or screaming of grieving family that upset her that day, though. Instead it was the barely there figure crouching behind a privacy curtain, tiny blue socks just peeking through. Ava had watched the scene unfold merely by accident and she knew better than to interfere, yet something in her was screaming not to turn away.
“Hey, little one,” she tried to speak quietly, though her voice somehow rang out over the bustle of the ED. A tiny squeak told her she had been heard, though no words proceeded.
“Harper?” She remembered the name falling from Doctor Marcel’s lips like a broken promise all those months ago. She had watched the toddler follow her father around for weeks, just barely touching him before he slipped from her tiny grasp yet again. Jason never let her get involved, telling her they couldn’t interfere. It would only hurt the baby, risking her becoming trapped in the hospital just like they were. It was too late now, though. Ava couldn’t let the child’s spirit go, not after what she saw.
“P-papa,” her voice was shaky and Ava wondered if she had even used it after her death. She peeked through the curtain at the woman in front of her, Ava tried not to take it to heart when she cried out. The large wound in her neck was a shock to anyone, even without the blood, but to a baby it would be mortifying.
“Your papa is busy helping people now,” she said slowly, “Did you get scared, Harper?”
Blue eyes met hers again, chemo having robbed her of any eyelashes to catch her tears. Instead they slid freely down her cheeks as she nodded, clutching her stuffed animal tightly to her chest.
“I know it must have been scary…” Ava couldn’t help but think of her own childhood, the things she saw before she could tie her shoes would be enough to make a grown woman weep. She knew Harper went through an insurmountable pain before she was out of diapers, so being haunted by it in death was an injustice no one deserved.
“I’m Ava,” she added as an afterthought, “I can help you find a safer place to play, you can wait for your papa there.”
“Wanna see… see papa…”
“He’s working, darling, and this isn’t a good place for you to be. He’s helping people feel better, you know that?”
It took some more coaxing before Harper would come out from her hiding place. She did eventually, though, and Ava couldn’t help but be relieved. She didn’t know where she would take Harper or what would happen now that she spoke to her. All Ava knew was an ED after a shooting was no place for a toddler and she couldn’t let more trauma befall the kid.
So with Harper’s tiny hand in hers, Ava led her through the double doors and down the hall. The surgeon felt a million eyes on her, burning through her very soul, but she had to shake it off. She’d done what Jason had warned her against from the beginning; now she would just have to accept their wrath.
