She can't see much from where she is, but she can hear the thud of Wynonna's boots as she makes her way down the aisle towards Tim. And Tim's being grabbed by the scruff and hurled away from her — towards the doors, the exit — Kate's eyes going wide at the sight. She doesn't have much room in her to process more than that: Tim's making a run for it out the doors and it allows some part of her to grasp that it's over now, maybe. Kate exhales shakily, filled with aching and upset and there's more tears spilling from her eyes — her face a mix of pale skin, blotched with red.
Wynonna's shuffling into the pew, reaching for her and Kate doesn't know how to answer the first question. She sits there stunned, barely reacting to the woman's hugs and fussing. There's a long delay, and all she can do is shake her head. No, she's not okay. Anything else would be a lie.
Wynonna has more questions, and Kate doesn't have answers either. But she hears the Lieutenant's, her head turning in his direction. She can't see him but she can hear his words in her head: Help me. Help her. Hurt her, I hurt her, I'm so hungry—
She still doesn't understand what happened. But she knows he... hurt her, somehow.
"I— I don't know." she says to Wynonna, and then her voice drops. Kate looks to Little's direction before back to her. "There's— there's something wrong with him. He... he did something. He wouldn't let go— and— Tim was there and he got him off me and it just—"
She doesn't know. It was just— messed up.
She's slow to get back on her feet, unsteady even with Wynonna's help — like a newborn fawn trying to work out how its legs work. She feels so tired and sore and weak, and she has to rest her weight both on the pew and Wynonna to keep herself upright, swaying a little. She doesn't feel— right.
Kate doesn't look mad when she sees him, now that's upright. She's not angry, just— unsure, frightened. Of him. She doesn't know what it is he's done to her, how he's hurt her. But he— he did. Something's wrong with him and he hurt her. And even then she's still scared for him, for what Tim's done. She stares across at him, equal parts concern and betrayal and fear.
Her mouth doesn't move, but he'll hear it inside his own mind: What did you do?
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Wynonna's shuffling into the pew, reaching for her and Kate doesn't know how to answer the first question. She sits there stunned, barely reacting to the woman's hugs and fussing. There's a long delay, and all she can do is shake her head. No, she's not okay. Anything else would be a lie.
Wynonna has more questions, and Kate doesn't have answers either. But she hears the Lieutenant's, her head turning in his direction. She can't see him but she can hear his words in her head: Help me. Help her. Hurt her, I hurt her, I'm so hungry—
She still doesn't understand what happened. But she knows he... hurt her, somehow.
"I— I don't know." she says to Wynonna, and then her voice drops. Kate looks to Little's direction before back to her. "There's— there's something wrong with him. He... he did something. He wouldn't let go— and— Tim was there and he got him off me and it just—"
She doesn't know. It was just— messed up.
She's slow to get back on her feet, unsteady even with Wynonna's help — like a newborn fawn trying to work out how its legs work. She feels so tired and sore and weak, and she has to rest her weight both on the pew and Wynonna to keep herself upright, swaying a little. She doesn't feel— right.
Kate doesn't look mad when she sees him, now that's upright. She's not angry, just— unsure, frightened. Of him. She doesn't know what it is he's done to her, how he's hurt her. But he— he did. Something's wrong with him and he hurt her. And even then she's still scared for him, for what Tim's done. She stares across at him, equal parts concern and betrayal and fear.
Her mouth doesn't move, but he'll hear it inside his own mind: What did you do?