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I know he’s in pain, but he isn’t going to stop holding her head to make sure that she doesn’t hurt herself. It’s hard to focus on anything other than the gut wrenching screaming coming from the back of her throat. She sounds like she’s in so much pain. I wish there was something I could do about this; something to take the edge off. But all I can do is watch and hope she doesn’t actively hurt herself.
Trine is not my patient. She has never been my patient.
I don’t know her medical history or anything of the sort. Not really. I’m only here to handle crisis interventions and to ascertain if she needs help beyond what Luke can give her. Not that he seems much help now that he’s decided to bail.
It’s a concern. He’s not exactly a coward, he normally pulls through, and what we do can often be difficult. I know it’s worse when it’s someone we care about. I guess I just never expected us to get this enmeshed with her. Everything is unclear when it comes to Trine, and I wish we had time to figure it out, but we just keep having to save her life and hoping that’ll be enough to get us the fuck out of this predicament.
But nothing, outside of curing her of whatever mystery ailment she’s suffering from, can do that.
“Do you want me to go look for him?“ Misha asks.
I must look concerned.
“No,“ I say. “If you just get him to come back here and he’s still feeling shaky, he’s not going to be able to do his job.“
“Yeah, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s already not doing his job,“ Misha says with a grimace.
“I’m aware, but if he comes back in here and isn’t capable of doing anything, it could make this worse,“ I tell him. “If whatever…fuck, if whatever is happening to Trine gets worse, this could be bad for…“
I look at Trine. I know he’s more worried about her than he is about himself. That makes sense to me, he’s always taken this seriously, and when there’s a client to be concerned about, he obviously prioritizes them.
But Trine isn’t just a client. She’s someone we both care about.
“We need to calm her down before we can ask him to come back in here,“ I say. “If she keeps talking to him like that, he’s not going to be able to finish the exorcism.“
“She isn’t talking to him like anything,“ Misha says. “That’s not her.“
“What, you think Trine wouldn’t be able to make an educated guess about the kind of porn Luke watches?“
“Right,“ Misha says, looking down at her as she slowly slides down so that the back of her head is on the pillow.
Her breathing sounds ragged. I put a finger on her pulse and her heartbeat has quickened so much it’s concerning. But she is asleep, so that’s something, at least. I don’t know how long she’s going to be out for or what we can do while she is out.
Misha leans over her, dropping his voice to a whisper. “What about her voice?“
My mouth dries. “I don’t know,“ I say. “I mean, we don’t fully understand…“
But I’m interrupted by Trine screaming again, so loud I immediately back away from her. Misha does the same time, and we watch as her body slowly rises away from the mattress.
“Rei, what the fuck?“ Misha says, his voice shaking.
I wish I could answer him, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to make myself speak. I continue to watch her, my gaze glued to her. She levitates a few inches above the mattress, her fingers outstretched, her toes curled toward the mattress. When she opens her eyes again, it’s like her skin begins to tear, little cuts appearing all over her face, the skin on the back of her hands, her arms…it’s a lot, and I don’t know how to stop it.
I hate this. I hate that I’m standing here, unable to do anything but fucking watch.
I hate that, no matter what we do, Trine seems to keep getting hurt. How can I help her at all when this keeps happening?
Even if I knew what to think–and I sure as fuck have no idea what I’m supposed to think right now–I wouldn’t be able to help her.
She’s levitating on the bed now and I think her bones might be about to snap. How would I stop her bones from snapping? How do I stop anything from happening when I can’t even understand what the fuck is happening in front of me?
I can hear laughter–but it’s not Trine, it’s definitely not her, though I think the laughter is coming from her body. From her stomach, but not leaving from her mouth. It’s fucking terrifying.
I take a step away from her as she falls on the bed again, her body thudding as she does.
“Okay, she’s possessed,“ I say. “We need to get Luke back here. And we need to do itnow.“
TRINE
