Thank you so much for hanging in there with me, I've had bits and pieces of this chapter done for days but wasn't happy with it so after much shuffling here it is. thank you for waiting patiently. :) Hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 8 : Nightmares
Her grip on the seat tightens, knuckles becoming white as her nails bite into the ancient leather. The car swerves once more in attempt to shake the creature loose. It moves above them, clawing at the metal. They wouldn't make it to the town line, not like this. 'I'm not going to let us both die in this metal coffin on wheels.' she says turning to face the savior, her decision made.
'Thanks for trying miss...' the Chernabogs monstrous hand stikes, meeting its target with deadly accuracy. She stares into Emma's terrified eyes, powerless to do anything as the beasts hand withdraws from her chest, its prize, the saviors beating heart firmly in its grasp. Untainted it radiates with the full force of Emma's magic, a stark contrast against the Chernabogs inky flesh. 'No.' she cries out, uncontained sorrow fills her words as its hand tightens, Emma's heart reduced to dust.
She wakes, her mind thrown back into consciousness in an instant, hands clutching at the sheets beneath her. Breath caught in her throat, she lies there for a moment in confusion. Her mind racing as memories of the saviors body, broken and bloody collide with 'No.' she shakes her head as if that would somehow erase what she witnessed. It was just a dream it had to be. She sits upright, at war with her emotions as unshed tears prick her eyes.
It isn't long before her thoughts are interrupted. Sensing that she is no longer alone in the small room she turns to find Whale standing in the doorway. Her features controlled, an emotionless mask. 'Is this really necessary?' she asks, sparing an annoyed glance at the IV protruding from her hand, and the web of wires currently attaching her to the various machines.
'I thought you would prefer your recuperation away from prying eyes.' he says, barely disguising the smug grin as he approaches her. 'Besides, I could hardly leave you lying in the hallway.' He adjusts things here and there before reaching for her chart, making various notes of the machines readings. Frustrated she pulls it from his grasp, it slams against the table at her feet the sound echoing throughout the small space.
'Well now that my medical needs have been met...' she makes quick work of removing every last wire, hissing as she rips the cannula from her wrist. 'You have two options, take me to Emma or get out of my way.'