"Girls stop this vulgar fisticuffs at once," Myrtle said, not bothering to look at the two witches throwing punches at each other. Despite her insistence that the fight needed to end she wasn't making a move to stop it. She lit a cigarette and sighed. "Cordelia."
"I'm good," Cordelia said with a small smile on her face. Though she couldn't see anything she could hear the grunts and moans coming from Madison. In her opinion Madison deserved what she got. It was because of Madison that Misty died…again. If it wasn't for Queenie Misty would still be gone and that was something Cordelia couldn't forgive. No, she would let Misty take her revenge and she would sit back and wait.
The yelling was farther away now. In the dining room she assumed based on the direction of the noise. Cordelia couldn't tell who was winning, or who had caused the fight to move. She felt Queenie take her hand and lead her toward the noise. She kept a firm grip on the voodoo witch's hand. The last thing she wanted to go was go tumbling down or get in the middle of the fight.
"Really Cordelia," Myrtle muttered. "Are you going to let young Misty kill Madison?" Cordelia sighed. As much as it pained her to admit Myrtle was right. Myrtle must have sensed it too. "Should I send Kyle to separate them?"
Kyle stepped forward, ready to intervene. Zoe was right behind him ready to get involved as well. "No need," Cordelia said. "Misty," she called just loud enough for the Cajun witch to hear.
Misty immediately released Madison's hair and walked over to Cordelia. "How did you do that?" Queenie whispered.
"Miss Cordelia," Misty said. She flexed her hands, ignoring the intense pain in one of her knuckles. Judging by the look of it, it was probably broken.
Cordelia let go of Queenie and held out her hand to Misty. Unlike the first time they met, Misty didn't hesitate to take her hand. Through the physical contact Cordelia got a brief glance at Misty disheveled appearance. The busted lip and the cuts and bruises all over her hands. Her thumb lightly traced the back of Misty's hand, blood smearing across the knuckles. "You're hurt," she muttered.
"I'll be fine," Misty insisted.
Cordelia cupped her cheek, unknowingly wiping blood on her. "Come with me," she requested. Misty nodded against her hand. She grabbed Cordelia's hand and led her away from the group. "Someone take care of Madison," Cordelia requested as an afterthought, as they headed to the stairs.
"Watch for the stairs," Misty warned. Misty waited for Cordelia to get up the first step before following behind her. It was a slow process but neither were in a hurry.
Once they completed the long trek up the stairs Misty led Cordelia back to her room. "My room?" Cordelia asked unsure.
"Ya," Misty confirmed. She frowned. "Did you not want to come here?"
"No, this is fine. I just need to get something from the bathroom," Cordelia said. She tightened her grip on her cane and walked where she knew the bathroom was. "Sit Misty. I'll be right back."
Misty sat on the bed. Her shawl wrapped tightly around her. Her hands were throbbing from the beating she gave Madison. Small amounts of blood dripped down her hands. She was careful not to let any hit the sheets.
Misty heard the familiar sound of Cordelia's cane hitting the ground as she made her way back to the bedroom. "I hope I got the right stuff," Cordelia muttered. Misty grabbed her arm to lead her to the bed. "Give me your hands."
"Honestly Miss Cordelia. They're fine," Misty insisted. She flexed her hands and winced.
"You're a terrible liar Misty," Cordelia said taking one of her hands. "Besides, I have the sight back. I saw them. You may have broken one."
Cordelia poured some alcohol onto a cotton ball and carefully cleaned Misty's hand. "Why didn't you stop me sooner?" Misty asked. "You knew you had the power to do so. I almost killed her."
Cordelia shrugged. She dropped Misty's right hand and moved onto the left, the more damaged of the two. "This is hurt," Cordelia warned. Misty shrugged and Cordelia got to work. It was much more difficult to do when she couldn't see anything. Thankfully, with her second sight she had a general idea of where the worst spots were. "Madison got you killed. You deserved to have your moment of revenge. I knew even if you killed her, you would bring her back."
"You have too much faith in me Miss Cordelia," Misty laughed. She cupped Cordelia's cheek. Her thumb lightly tracing the scars under her eyes. "Why did you do this to yourself?"
"You know why," Cordelia muttered. "You were missing and I needed my sight back. It was the only way to find you. The only way to stop your suffering. I just wish… I wish I would have been faster." She dropped Misty's other hand. "I'm afraid nothing can be done for that broken knuckle."
"I'll be fine. Nothing a little swamp mud can't cure," Misty said. She held Cordelia's hands to her face and smiled. "See, I'm good."
"You're lying," Cordelia said. "But that's okay. I'll be here when you're ready to talk to me." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Misty's cheek. "I will always be here for you Misty. And I will always find you."