Nancy sat in the cold, uncomfortable seat of the hospital waiting room. She wanted to believe that maybe Ryan wasn’t going to die, but she knew in her heart that there was nothing that doctors could do to save him. That stupid skinwalker hatchet was going to kill him. If only she had realized sooner, maybe she could have saved him. Maybe she could have-
Before her stood Ace, holding two steaming cups of coffee. Not even half an hour ago she had been thinking about how absolutely perfect he was, how she wanted nothing more than to walk home with him and wake up next to him in bed in the morning. Now those hopes were shattered.
Read on ao3: This takes place in four scenes: the first two take place during the season 3 finale (Temperance’s hallucination and reality, respectively), and the second two take place a year later.
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