"Oh…let me know when he comes back…" she whispered as she fainted again.
Harry sighed again and scratched the back of his head before he bent down and picked up Artemis with a grunt. He carried her over to the couch and set her down in a half-sitting position, then went back for Diana. He set her down, then straightened up and cracked his back with a sigh before wandering over to his case files to try and restore some kind of order to them.
Artemis' eyes slowly opened to slits, then halfway, before they shot completely open and she turned to the side, retching. Harry spun around at the sound, cursing at the lack of a nearby bucket, and grabbed a couple of napkins from beside the remnants of his dinner. When he reached her, he was slightly surprised to note the lack of vomit, but soon noticed the small pool of blood on the floor. Artemis looked up at him and smiled weakly, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth to her chin.
"S…sorry about th' mess…" Her eyes closed for a moment, and the smile faded. She opened her eyes again, but they were dull and unfocused.
"Shit…I, ah, no worries, just sit back and don't talk. Bob!" Harry put one of the napkins on the pool of blood to try and absorb some of it, and raised the other to wipe some of the blood off of Artemis' face.
"That, Harry, is what I meant when I said that she took the journey harder.", said Bob as he materialized in the room. "The other one…well…the only way that I can explain it is the other one really wanted to be here. This one fought the spell, and it took a toll on her physical state."
Diana's eyes shot open as she jumped to her feet, coming out of her temporary catatonia as fast as…well…a crazed, rabid, Bob fangirl who has heard the voice of the object of the affections. "Is he here? Did I miss him again? I heard his voice!" she hissed before she caught sight of Bob standing over her friend's body.
Harry chuckled and muttered, "Look out, here comes your one-person fan club." He turned back to Artemis, wiping away the rest of the blood. "Okay, now what?"
Before the words had left his lips, Diana had let out a strangled cry of "Hrothbert!" and launched herself at a startled Bob. The expected happened. She went right through him, ending up in a heap a few feet away.
Bob warily eyed the now dazed teenager, who was attempting to haul herself up off the ground, then turned to Harry. "Do you think she knew that would happen?"
"I did!", exclaimed Diana is a weak voice.
"Then why did you try?
"I don't know…anything is worth a shot now."
She stared at her hands for a moment and whispered to herself, "Still nothing…what do they want from me?"
Harry laughed again, and turned back to Bob. "Okay, so what next?"
From the other side of the room, Diana let out a soft sob and allowed her weight to carry her to her knees, where she remained, hunched over, head in her hands, crying softly.
Harry turned again at the sound of tears. "Oh, no, come on…Bob, I guess you can go, then." As Bob dissolved into a cloud of black and gold, Harry walked over to the curled figure of Diana and sighed. "What's wrong?"
She looked up and gave him a sad smile. "I hauled my ass over a few dimensions after weeks of failed attempts and more tears than I thought I could manage, and I fall apart. My friend seems to be dying, and from what Bob said, it's my fault. I made myself look like an idiot in front of the two men whose opinion I would value most. Oh, and did I mention that I sound like a complete Mary-Sue?"
A what? Harry thought to himself, before giving her a encouraging smile. "Made yourself look like an idiot? Nah, we're not so close-minded. Like you said, you've come over a few dimensions, it's to be expected. And your friend'll be fine." At least, I think she will… "Now come on, let's get you a tissue or something."
She giggled." I didn't think you would be so nice about it. I might be a skinwalker or something, for all you know. But then again, you would probably sense some power around me…which I'm sure you didn't…When Artemis gets enough strength, she's gonna kill me…I'm rambling now…tell Bob that he's got more than one fangirl. There are at least 50…still rambling…"
Harry sighed. Delirious. Oh well. "Come on, I'll get you some blankets and pillows or something. You need sleep. And Bob needs to recover from your attack."