Kayo wasn't one prone to panic, or fear, but as she ran to the hospital toilets, slamming the door shut behind her, she could honestly say she felt both, and would hopefully never feel them like this again; helpless.
She had looked at John as she asked what had happened. He had answered—three simple little words and a look of disgust. It was that which had caused her to flee. Had her hiding.
'He. Didn't. Die.' The hate had dripped from every word. He turned to her, looking at her with eyes that weren't his own, that were barely human. The once blue-green eyes that shifted in the light and sparkled with comparison were gone, leaving a deep dark turquoise that threatened to smother her. The shadowing that caught his features, making them harsh and ominous and deadly. It was just the evening light and his height compared to her own that caused it, she knew that, but in that moment, with his words, it hit her like a punch to the gut.
'You…?' She stumbled back, unable to breathe as the thoughts took hold, forming unwelcome shapes. 'You?!'
The malice and hate were gone as surprise softened those harsh lines, chasing away those demons. He reached out for her and instinct kicked in—she moved away from the danger that now stood before her, wearing the face of the man she had loved. She turned and ran, fled and hid. And now she stood before the mirror in this tiny cubicle, sobbing as he stood outside, knocking on the door, begging her to open it, to let him explain. It was a mistake, he hadn't meant it like that if she would just open the door…
He sounded small and regretful, and she so wanted to believe him, to open the door and let him explain everything away. She was so tempted, but she knew now, and nothing would change that. She should have seen it sooner, really, his attitude since they had arrived, the fact that when the whole thing happened it had just been him and Virgil in that room—the nurses and even he admitted it, but when they announced that it looked promising that Virgil would live, rather than being happy, relieved, his mood had darkened, then she had asked, and he had said that, and now she was scared.
She knew.
What would he do now that she knew? Oh god, was he going to kill her? What else could he do?
She knew.
She ignored him banging on the door, demanding she open it, and instead did her best to compose herself to steady her hands as she made the call, begging Penny to pick up.