[ She has to find her, she can't be gone again. All this time she's been here, around them as nothing more than a voice and then she's there. The first of them. Enola's one of them — and she tore the sky open just like that.
Kate doesn't heard Wynonna, not at first — not with the ringing in her ears, a scream echoing. Not with the rasps of breath and the cotton wool like feeling that wraps itself around her face and neck. She staggers onwards, following tracks that don't exist.
Until she slips and lands in the snow — coughing and wheezing painfully as the landing winds her. She tries to get back up again but... nope, she's down.
Finally, she register's Wynonna's voice. She pushes herself up to sit, head turning back towards her — bloodied lip, bruised jaw and neck, and the blossom of a swollen black eye. Kate stares, one eye wide and the other barely open: stunned and then uncertain of the woman — is it really over? ]
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Kate doesn't heard Wynonna, not at first — not with the ringing in her ears, a scream echoing. Not with the rasps of breath and the cotton wool like feeling that wraps itself around her face and neck. She staggers onwards, following tracks that don't exist.
Until she slips and lands in the snow — coughing and wheezing painfully as the landing winds her. She tries to get back up again but... nope, she's down.
Finally, she register's Wynonna's voice. She pushes herself up to sit, head turning back towards her — bloodied lip, bruised jaw and neck, and the blossom of a swollen black eye. Kate stares, one eye wide and the other barely open: stunned and then uncertain of the woman — is it really over? ]