[hr][center][h3][u][b][The Den - Infirmary][/b][/u][/h3][/center][hr]

[b][color=bc8dbf]"Ugh,"[/color][/b] Jade winced as Jemma's voice began to pick up.  [b][color=bc8dbf]"I-It's- You're in The Den you were... y-yes-I mean no?  Probably no... agh- yelling- yelling in my head, inside voices inside,"[/color][/b] Jade stammered, clutching her ears as fresh blood weeped from her eyes.

[b][color=bc8dbf]"I-I can't!  I c-can't! I can't touch I can't,"[/color][/b] Jade muttered in response to Jemma's pleas to be released, shaking in place, too stunned to back away, and doing her best to avoid eye contact.  [b][color=bc8dbf]"Alex... yes?  No.  B-big big man, big man, no yelling, I can't touch, inside voice inside,"[/color][/b] Jade groaned against the assault, clutching her head.

Blood dribbled freely from Jade's nostrils as Jemma's shriek... it was loud, and grated against her ears through the crushing grip of her palms, and shredded her already frayed mindspace.  Her eyes snapped wide to meet Jemma's gaze as their foreheads collided, bloody tears streaking down her cheeks in that tangible moment of silence.

[b][color=bc8dbf]"N-,"[/color][/b] Jade squeaked, trying to jerk away.

Psionic energy crackled over her skin for a split second, and the whip-crack of air violently tossed her ponytail over her shoulder and into her face, causing her to flinch and blink involuntarily.  When her eyes opened, only the stump of Jemma's neck remained, sliced with surgical precision as though by a monofilament blade.  The door opened to the high pressure spray of ink and viscera splattering against the bulkhead and the violent hiss of an air stream ripping through an impossibly small space at some extreme velocity.

Jade stood there dumbly, staring at the carnage as she was ushered roughly into the adjacent room.  Wolf was pushing her, firmly but without malice towards one of the beds, using her organic hand to shield her face from the rapidly multiplying flechette shards of steel being gouged out of her cybernetic arm.  Jade flopped limply at the bed, staring at the ceiling vacantly.

[b][color=#7270db]"Shit,"[/color][/b] spat Wolf, as she carefully plucked metal slivers out of her skin.  [b][color=#7270db]"Jade.  Are you okay?"[/color][/b] She asked, with uncharacteristic softness, as she sat on an adjacent bed a safe distance away.

[b][color=bc8dbf]"I was, I woke up... new guest, new... (face) she looked cold, I brought her clothes I... I just wanted...,"[/color][/b] Jade trailed off.

[b][color=#7270db]"To help.  I know,"[/color][/b] Wolf sighed, gazing back into the other room at the physician who was standing sheet white over Jemma's headless body.  What do you even say to comfort someone after something like that?  [b][color=#7270db]"Hey hon... you're hurting, inside and out.  It's... you saved all our lives yesterday.  We're all grateful, focus on that... and get some rest,"[/color][/b] she ordered softly, pushing herself to her feet and striding into the next room with a deep sigh to help clean up the mess.