~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. Fearful eyes shifted to the older woman, Helena’s mind racing to place her. It took her half a minute to recall that this was a Healer - Kat. Kat, who took care of her constantly. It was the Healer’s calming presence, voice and words that made her grip ease on the pillow just a fraction. Safe. Yes, it seemed that she was safe. Helena panicked jolt back to reality was slowly registering that and what had just been experienced was nothing but a bad dream. One of the many nightmares, actually.
There was a quick nod from the woman. Despite being familiar with Kat, it did not stop her from flinching horribly when the cloth came into contact with her skin. Helena didn’t have the energy to fight anyone off. If anything, she felt more exhausted today, whatever the reason may be. It was why those seemingly dead eyes stared right at Violet. Once again, Helena wracked her brain violently in an attempt to draw up some memory of this girl, this girl as a baby, Sam, her life before St. Mungo’s.
Still…
Her mind remained a blank canvas. |