#grimm.event04

It sounded like a good idea at the time, listening to Ariela give her the run down on exactly why they had enough time to grab a few things before the mist worsened and they were caught in between the shop and home again. She believed her. ( when didn’t she? ) Though that didn’t make it any easier to keep from fidgeting and wishing that she had something to calm her nerves, whether it was medicinal or otherwise as she walked down another nearly empty aisle in search of supplies as well as her friend. 

The other was more likely off making a scene, one that endeared others to her charm and quick wit while Danielle preferred to keep the attention off of her in moments like this, rather than be recognized from work and trapped with a regular at Fairy Tales. “Ari?” She called out, ducking into another aisle in search of the other as she glanced towards the glass windows out front and saw the sky significantly darker than moments before.

Fear made people stupid. Maggie had always known this. It was one of the fundamental truths she had learned in boot camp. In order to lead in times of crisis, one had to be able to put the fear aside and look at the situation with clear eyes and a level head. Even when it felt impossible. Especially when it felt impossible.

She had been at the CVS to get the sort of essentials you couldn’t find at Beanstalks-- tampons, deodorant, cotton swaps-- when the raids had begun. Fear made people stupid. People in Grimmbrook had every right to feel afraid. When the displays guarding razors, alcohol, and other controlled substances started breaking and people started grabbing things, Maggie could almost understand it. Until some poor teenager got pushed over, tripping and stumbling backwards into a pile of glass shards. 

The years as a field medic kicked in immediately. While the raiders ignored her and the kid in favor of the shelves, her eyes snagged on someone else crouching behind a shelf with wide panic in their eyes. 

“Hey.” She said, looking the panicked man directly in the eyes and using her best mediator-nurse voice. “I need your help, right now, or this kid’s going to bleed out on the floor. The mist settles back down in ten minutes, and while we’re safe to stay here, there’s no time to call an ambulance. So you need to help me, okay?”