Emma swirled the liquid in the glass, for what seemed like the millionth time as she looked down at the files riddling the desk. Since Felicia’s had been admitted to the MEdBay Emma hadn’t stepped foot back inside in at least two days. Not to visit her newly acquired patients...Not to talk about trauma or dealing with. Nothing. She’d kept herself busy with other things. Watching Fisk’s every move, controlling the doctors to spill every last detail of their conditions unwilling to be lied to, she’d spent time just crying in her bed because she should have done more for both of them and all of them all at once.

The events blurred together until zoning in on Catseye’s body limp, the purple cat Emma so admired tossed side like a rag dog. She knew she should go visit them because she cared but they didn’t need to see her like this. She downed the last drop of the glass and laid her head on her desk. She realized not too long after finishing her fifth--perhaps it was sixth-cup of brandy laced tea, she was the only one who’d harbored ill-will toward Jean. She would be the only want to blame her. A bitter laugh escaped her because if it had been her, her to lose control and nearly murder someone who’d done nothing to deserve it Emma would have been escorted off the premises left to fend for herself. No forgiveness in sight.