#event.02

Salma agreed to a lot of things when she had joined The Council that on a typical day would make her head spin and stomach churn. She had agreed to inexplicable magic. She had agreed to the idea that she was an infinitely reincarnating soul of a one-time forest witch. She had even agreed to live like she was in a college dorm again, even though that was hands down the worst part of being in college.

She never, not once, agreed to centuries-old talk animals.

While she was grateful that this meeting had ended much differently than the others, the notion of Balfour's entire existence irked her. A fact she had decided to keep to herself, given her current standing with most of the others, but that wasn't always an easy task. Whenever something big happened around here, it seemed like all anyone ever wanted to was talk and moan and whine. It was exhausting and hard to escape, which is why she opted to head into work instead of hanging around, waiting for an unwanted guest in her suite.

She luckily made it from her room all the way downstairs without running into anyone, but as she entered the foyer, she found Daniel sitting in the threshold of the front door. His eyes were closed, and he hadn't seemed to notice her despite the loud clack of heels on hardwood. Normally she'd walk right over him, but after their spat not long ago, she was still mad at him. They hadn't spoken since, so she hadn't had a proper outlet to let him know what a self-righteous idiot he'd been talking to her the way he did.

When she finally approached him, he still didn't move to acknowledge her. "Move."  She uttered curtly, nudging his arm with the toe of her shoe. He didn't, aside from swaying with the motion she'd forced. She sighed, whacking him lightly with her purse. Still nothing. Finally, she bent down and grabbed his forearm intending to shake it, maybe even use his hand to hit his face.

But she never got the chance. The moment her skin touched his, her whole world spun around her. She felt like she was spinning, a hook tugging at her stomach, nausea overwhelmed her and forced her eyes closed. The feeling stopped as quickly as it started and she stumbled, grabbing onto the closest thing she could find. Arms. Attached to Daniel.

Gross.

She shoved off of him, and that's when she realized they weren't in the lair anymore. The room around her was sleek and clean, full of polished metals and stark white surfaces, all lit by the afternoon sun that was pouring into floor-to-ceiling windows. Just outside she saw the New York skyline. Her head instantly snapped back to Daniel, her face twisted in frustration.

Wandering around the hospital was not..the best idea. Angie was too impatient to sit in her little curtained area and wait. Peering into the waiting room, she didn’t even stop to think as she approached the younger woman. “Hey,” Angie offered as she approached. “Is..there’s probably not anything I can do, but I can get you water, or something..call someone?” It’s probably the lamest offer Aurora had gotten all night, but it was all she had to give. Surely, the people close to Aurora had already come by and done everything needed for her.  “Did you get looked at already, too?”

Angie’s patience had worn thin. It was to be expected that her tests would take awhile - everyone seemed fairly certain that she would be just fine, and she was inclined to agree with them. She felt like she’d lost a hell of a fist fight, but she could manage that. All the same, the general consensus was to allow for the tests to confirm that there was no internal damage. Given everything that happened, it was no wonder that the hospital was crawling with people. enough so that she was able to sneak around. To an extent, Angie wasn’t able to really help herself. Just then, hovering outside of someone’s room and wishing she could be useful, she ventured a soft, “Is there anything I can do? Get you?”