>>19392267>>19393821>[Sola limps through the mansion, following the automatic doors without question -- that weren't installed last time before bursting into an infirmary as Priscilla and Carmody are locked in a tight embrace. Carmody is awake and looking radiant as an angel... looking barely worse for wear. Priscilla is next to her, pristine white clad to her divine form, her eyes a piercing blue that act as judge, jury and executioner of Sola the moment that Sola enters looking like... this.]Sola Fire's head is burning. Her mind had raced with images: Carmody hooked to a machine. Intubated. IV drips. Surrounded by doctors and medical staff. White coast, clipboards. A bandaged face. Sola feels blood drip down her cheek. Priscilla's eyes are still so blue. Sola feels her own start to close. She blinks them open.
Sola Fire's legs are shaking. Carmody looked fine. Groggy, maybe. But fine. Still in her ring gear. Her hair is barely out of place. Priscilla looks celestial. Heavenly. You would never know they had a match. Sola had watched until the bell rang but had to get prepared immediately. She was in the zone. But she climbed ladders. Landed on them. Amy had hit her with how many Flaming Hammers. Her knees are buckling, and she slumps to the floor.
Sola Fire is breathing heavily. The image text from Priscilla this morning. Dealing with the bank. Running into Kanako. Breathe. Meeting Maaike. Talking with Ash. The screaming. Breathe. Graduating. The ladder match. Amy. Amy. Amy. Amy.
Her eyes dart between Carmody and Priscilla. Priscilla and Carmody. Sola can't think of anything to say.
>[Breathe, Sola.] 