Then it begins to smoke

Chapter 7
Peter’s Point of View
It looks like everything should be fine. We won. Anna and Brenda are home. Are they safe? Are they okay? That’s up for debate.
Anna has powers, found her mother (whom she believed to be dead for the past twelve or so years) is alive and crazy. Then she saw Natasha, her sister or mother figure of the best ten years, shot and fall to the ground right before her eyes. Not to mention the whole, exploding into flames and then passing out thing. She’s been out for a week. A week. Is it better to have her here? To have her by my side, trapped in a bed, making no noise.
Can she hear me? I wish I knew. Is she okay? What is she seeing, is it better then here? Where we could all die at any moment?
“Please wake up, Anna.” I whisper before I leave her room for a bit.
Anna Point of View
Everything hurts. Every inch of my body, aches and the pain is enough to make me scream. I do, it only makes the hurt worse. I am cold too. So very cold. Alone. Am I alone?
Where am I?
“Peter?” I call, my throat is raw.
“Anna? Can you open your eyes? Are you okay?”
“It hurts Peter.” I whimper, the pain is everywhere again, I scream again.
“Anna,” his voice is pained, it makes this so much worse “What hurts? Tell me please.” He begs, I can feel him touching me. He’s holding my hand; his hand is so cold.
“Everything hurts. I’m so cold Peter.” I whisper.
“Anna, you have to stay with me okay? I’m going to grab Bruce okay? Anna?” he asks, the darkness is swooping around me again, taking me into its embrace. I sigh with relief. Momentary relief from the pain and the cold.

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