wouldn’t that be nice.  red is not cloud nine happy  ( hasn’t been in centuries )  but can’t even say she’s not CONTENT with what she’s gotten from life so far these past years.  small smile forms on her lips as she turns to look at the blonde.  “ well i am happy RIGHT NOW. ”  beat.  “ are you? ”

“that’s because these kinds of things change you.”  though the words on the surface may have seemed harsh, the way she spoke them was more understanding.  empathetic.  no, she truly couldn’t understand what he was going through in those moments, or what he felt coming out of them, but she knew that when something absolutely tragic happens...  people change.  “and you’re obviously not the same spy you were when you sent that email.  you’ve...  you’ve changed.  and that’s okay, nobody’s saying that’s not allowed.”  there was a brief pause, curious eyes finding bryce’s as she swallowed, hoping the question that followed wasn’t taken the wrong way.  hoping that she didn’t come across as harping on the past and things she couldn’t change.  “why did you send me that email?”

“don’t go there,” she muttered through her teeth.  her brow was furrowed so intensely that a vein was beginning to show, lightly for now, but if she’d kept up with the expression it would begin to pop out even more.  claire turned around, her back facing the other agent -- strategically hiding her eyes glazing over form the mere thought -- as her fingers ran through her hair.  a sigh was taken from the spy before she’d recomposed herself, bringing herself back into spy mode, turning around to face the other agent.  “you’ve no idea how long i’ve blamed myself for this.  no idea what’s going on through my brain.  so don’t, for a second, act like you know.”

her flashes were getting spotty, she’d assumed it was because of the overall stress that had been put on her since it was introduced to her.  since she’d opened up a door that was basically, at this point, pandora’s box.  the ropes were tightly wrapped around her wrists, tight enough to the point where her adrenaline felt like it was at an all time high, her heart racing miles per second and, of course, the flashes weren’t exactly functioning as fast as she’d like.  after another couple of moments of struggling rapunzel huffed as she looked over toward bryce, eyes full of fear ( but she wouldn’t outwardly admit that.  spies didn’t admit that ).  “she’ll kill you, too.  you know that, right?” she asked as if the answer wasn’t obvious.  “and i don’t know if i can just let that happen. if i ever get out of these, i’m coming for you next, okay?  we’re going to get out of this.  i promise.”

Everything was fuzzy; vision could make out a figure as her body was laid on top of the unknown surface— the tight grip gently laying her down was most definitely Chris and by the other timbre, Elsa could only assume Argent had brought her someplace she could be treated— maybe Deaton’s hospital or Melissa’s house. 

The pack with Argent’s help had eventually stopped the large band of hunters that threatened their lives, but not without casualties; Elsa being the main one. The bullet wound had gone through cleanly, but had obviously hit something important. The initial adrenaline had worn off, leaving the supernatural to deal with the searing pain and overwhelming feeling of impeding doom.

Elsa didn’t have the keen sense of smell like a werewolf or coyote, but she didn’t need it to sense the FEAR and ANXIETY in Chris’ tone as he scooped her up after the ceasefire. The young woman couldn’t make much out after that except how he brought her to the safety of his vehicle, speeding off to his destination like a madman. The conversation in the confines of the vehicle prior to the arrival was much the same; bits and fragments she couldn’t exactly remember, but was sure it wasn’t that important-- mainly to keep her awake, the resulting blood loss leaving the young woman between consciousness and comatose.

NORMALLY, the injury wouldn’t be that big of a deal-- supernatural creatures could heal themselves; unfortunately, Elsa hadn’t been able to figure out her healing abilities yet. Up until then, her injuries would heal, but not as fast as a were. With her current situation, her healing was a disadvantage. 

Eyelids had closed for a moment, the inescapable urge to go to sleep becoming harder to ignore. A large hand is felt on the side of her face, the warm palm moving her face towards her father’s direction. His voice seemed so far away in the moment, but it was pleading with her to look at him- STAY with him. Lids fluttered back open with the voice’s urging, lips quivering as the words stuttered out. ❝ C-Chris... I-I’m...tired...and feel c-cold... ❞

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Was that an invitation? Whatever she was trying to imply, it caused both of Isaac’s eyebrows to raise, a smug smile surfacing on his lips. “Oh?” he muttered, blue eyes remaining fixed on her as he inched in a little closer. “Do you want me to?” When she put it like that it could sound like one.

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There’s a bit of an amused smile on her lips. Right, she should have known that it wasn’t going to be that easy with him. One glass of expensive whiskey was obviously not going to charm him enough to go through with it. For being someone that held a high price when it came to her own business, Jed wasn’t exactly much cheaper than she was. Leaning her arm against the counter of the bar, there was a fake and sickenly sweet smile on her lips, an attempt to charm him. She wasn't good at that part. ❝ I’ll double the usual price. ❞ From his unimpressed reaction, it was pretty clear that it wasn’t going to cut it. This was a more dangerous fire arm than the ones she usually requested, the repercussions were different. It wasn’t the same. ❝ Fine — what do you want? ❞