Through the pain, she's crying— begging him to stop, to let her go. She doesn't know what this is, why he's doing this to do. But he's not listening. Or maybe he can or— she doesn't know. He's holding onto her and it hurts in a way she can't really put the words to. She feels so sick and dizzy and small—

Until it stops so abruptly, the force of something shoving them apart. Kate's mid-push, staggering backwards towards the pews opposite, her legs giving way. She lands in a heap, breathless and shuddering, the disconnect so jarring she barely has time to realise what's happening.

Dazed, fighting for breath and she crawls backwards, away— She wants to run away, get far away from this as she can. She wants to curl up into herself and disappear, make the pain stop. It's less intense now, but it echoes and she's sobbing, moaning through gritted teeth at the pain, still not able to breathe properly.

But she absorbs the situation eventually, like some slow-dawning horror through glossy and unfocused eyes, even if she still doesn't understand what's happened. She understands that Tim's here, over the Lieutenant and—

"No." it's uttered, small and hushed, "No, no, no—"

She doesn't understand.

She's backing up into the pews, cowed and shaking. Please, don't, she thinks. She doesn't understand, she doesn't want this. She wants this to stop, she wants it all to stop and everything still hurts. And she's flinching at Tim's words, call for help.

For a long moment, she's frozen. Just staring, still crying and pained. Help.

Wynona Earp is help.

Wynonna, she thinks, reaching out for her. Her voice disjointed, strained. Wynonna, help. Please, please— help. The church.

"Please, don't—" she utters aloud, words slurring. She doesn't feel good, and it's hard to keep what little focus she has. "Please, just—"

She doesn't know.