Her head pounded. The low lights of the subway platform the hurt victims and bystanders took refugee on were blinding. Kate struggled with focusing on the people around her. It was a relief when paramedics and EMTs started to arrive, taking over the situation. However, it also was a curse. Now, Kate had to tell everyone what happened. She would have to tell Luke and Matt. What could she possibly say? How could she face them and explain it was her fault Claire was dead? Kate knew the longer she waited, the worse it would be so without giving a moment to second guess herself, she spoke into the comms, “Luke, Clint, I need you back by the subway. Call Murdock, and bring him too.” Before hearing a response, Kate snatched the comm out of her ear and shoved it in her pocket.
As she waited for the men to arrive, Kate showed the EMTs to the place where Claire and her murders bodies lie. They slowly and tediously bagged each body before carrying them up to the daylight. Kate felt like her bones were shaking in her skin as she watched them work. She felt utterly useless. One of the workers handed her back the bloodstained jacket she used to cover Claire. That was when the tears started again. Silent tears streaking her face clean from the dirt and debris. Her back hit the closest wall as she stared intently at the bloody garment in her hands as if she would find some answers in the stains.
