fierce. brave. strong.

     Isabelle is practically in hysterics when she gets Rayne out from under the rubble, trying to make sure not to move her too much in case there are fractures. Her heart is pumping so fast in her chest, she can feel it bouncing against her rib cage. The brunette can’t even contain the anxiety and desperation rolling off her.       She takes in the sight of the wound, noticing that Rayne has lost a significant amount of blood and that her heart appears to be giving out from the lack of blood flow coming from the wound. 

     The brunette has been incredibly aware of Rayne’s respirations and pulse since she dug her out but she suddenly feels a numbness overcome her that is quickly replaced with her own panic as she registers that the electricity that keeps a person going has died out in Rayne. She can sense it just beneath her skin and it makes her shiver.       “Rayne?” She breathes but she doesn’t hesitate longer than a second before she’s giving the other compressions, “No, no, no, don’t you fucking dare.” The compressions don’t do very much and she can tell relatively quick they won’t. “Come on, come on,” She positions her hands right over Rayne’s heart, closing her eyes as she focuses her energy there.       She’s never tried this before but honestly, how much more damage can she do if her best friend is already dead? A pulse of electricity shoots through her palms directly into Rayne’s chest before she pauses before deciding whether or not to do compressions again.

     THE JOLT OF ELECTRICITY MAKES HER BODY JERK, BUT NOTHING ELSE HAPPENS. paramedics are trying to decide how to approach when it’s clear that isabelle’s desperate attempts to bring her friend back from the threshold she’s already crossed is futile. the blood loss, the way the building came down? it would be nothing short of a miracle for rayne to survive that in any capacity. still, they’re supposed to try even when they know it’s a lost cause.

truth be told, sarah was trusting rayne - and that in itself was surprising. she didn’t trust easily, but they seemed to have similar views, seemed to view the job in a very similar light, and that sort of spoke for itself. it didn’t mean she’d trust her with everything, didn’t mean they were suddenly going to be the best of friends, but as far as work - or at least this mission - was concerned? there was a certain layer of trust. 

prior to their little talk, she wouldn’t have trusted her as far as she could throw her; probably would have been a little more concerned about how working together would turn out, but now? well, she was pretty certain they were on the same page about their job, if nothing else. 

“i’m sorry,” sarah finally said, glancing at her, as she continued moving forward. “for, uh, making you talk about things. i’m guessing you’re not very comfortable talking about anything real either.”

     IT’S FUNNY HOW SUCH A SMALL THING CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. for rayne talking about her job isn’t the same as talking about herself. it isn’t personal on the same level, but rather it’s something she’s proud of and something she loves. talking about work is effortless. other things? well, that’s a different story entirely.

Maggie tilted her head. “You might not believe me if I tokd you. Not many people would.” She mused with an amused curve to her lips. “But if you really want to know, I can show you.” She offered, running a hand thriugh her hair.