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astheocean) wrote2024-11-02 11:21 pm
astheocean) wrote2024-11-02 11:21 pm
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but I'll be here 'til chaos calls
Jules is still reeling from everything about the Purge when the call comes in. Mostly, she's lucky, she knows she's fucking lucky. She still doesn't entirely know how Sabrina did what she did, healing after what could have been such a grievous injury, but the important thing is that it happened, that they ultimately made it through the night in one piece. She feels rattled, uneasy, as life starts to resume throughout the city, but at least there's the sense of being able to exhale. That is, until she gets the call — from Eddie's girlfriend, who heard from a panicked Robin about Rue being stabbed during the Purge and all its chaos. The way her stomach swoops and the world seems to tilt under her feet isn't an entirely new sensation, but she tries her best to ignore the ways in which it's familiar as she gets herself ready to go.
After all, she's not just going to not see Rue. No matter what they once were to each other or how awkward things have been ever since she got to Darrow, the long and short of it now is just that she cares so deeply and always will. So she lets Brina know where she's going and does her best to keep it together, wringing her hands the whole way over, nails digging into her palms, to try to keep from shaking out of her skin with anxiety. She's been scared for a long time of something happening to Rue. She just always assumed it would be an overdose she'd have to worry about, not something like Rue getting fucking stabbed.
Maybe she should have expected that any efforts at maintaining her composure would be useless. As soon as she gets to the doorway of Rue's room, Jules is blinking back tears, swallowing hard against a lump in her throat. "Rue?" she asks, her voice coming out small and unsteady. "Can I come in?"
After all, she's not just going to not see Rue. No matter what they once were to each other or how awkward things have been ever since she got to Darrow, the long and short of it now is just that she cares so deeply and always will. So she lets Brina know where she's going and does her best to keep it together, wringing her hands the whole way over, nails digging into her palms, to try to keep from shaking out of her skin with anxiety. She's been scared for a long time of something happening to Rue. She just always assumed it would be an overdose she'd have to worry about, not something like Rue getting fucking stabbed.
Maybe she should have expected that any efforts at maintaining her composure would be useless. As soon as she gets to the doorway of Rue's room, Jules is blinking back tears, swallowing hard against a lump in her throat. "Rue?" she asks, her voice coming out small and unsteady. "Can I come in?"