The announcement just echoed through the halls of the manor and Kara took a little bit over forty-five minutes to get organized and collect her thoughts. Quick flashes of things like London offices and voices…a woman…conversations that she could hardly make out, were coming to her and it was overwhelming. Kara pinched her nose and waited for all of that to pass. The Devil, she knew. These were parts of the legilimens, side-effects of sorts. She’d extracted the information about Tristan, inadvertently pulling the culprit behind Jace’s alleged killer from the Devil’s mind, but as she’d been out of practice with the spell, it seemed she pulled more from that mutant vigilante than she really wanted. Or maybe she did so on purpose, on accident; maybe she took more because her mate needed more than the name and face of her brother to go off of.
Fuck, her head hurt.
When she felt the pain in her joints, though mostly radiating from her twice-broken knee, she figured with this down-time it would be best to see Diana in the infirmary. With Jace visiting with the pack for a little while—and the only plans she’d made for the day were to reunite with him after they were both done with work—Kara figured she’d fill the time with an easy errand before retreating to her room.
Kara hadn’t seen Jon yet, but Jaleth assured Kara that he would be overseen yet undisturbed bar the daily checkups and shift changes from the rotation of healers scheduled in the suite. Kara made the slow trek down the hall, giving a couple of the folks in the commons a nod. They smiled and waved back, which, after her announcement about the state of the Order, was a relief. She didn’t see many others on her way to the infirmary, and when she arrived, Diana was there, perched in a chair by his bed.
She was reading a book, her blue eyes skimming over the small print on the book pages. Diana looked up at Kara when she entered, and after she found a good place to stop, she shoved her bookmark into the binding fold of the novel before carefully closing it tight. “Ms. Viridian…”
“We’ve been through this, Di.”
The scarred one just smiled, thin, but a smile nonetheless, and she nodded at the young girl. “Thank you. And please, don’t get up on my account.”
Diana shook her head, “Jaleth and I were to meet for lunch shortly anyway.” She slowly transferred her gaze from Kara to Jon, and back again. “I think it’s best if I give you a moment alone."
Kara wanted to protest; She hadn’t been alone with her friend yet, and part of her had been dreading this moment. Still, she couldn’t keep Diana from leaving if she needed to stretch her legs, somewhere beyond the walls of this stuffy infirmary. “Please thank Jaleth for me…and of course, thank you. For everything, Diana. Your work isn’t unnoticed, believe me. You’ve done tremendous work here in such a short amount of time and now…” Her voice trailed off, but Diana placed her hand on Kara’s shoulder, gently squeezing it to reassure her.
“I know.” Diana offered a warm smile, and left the room.
Once she was alone, Kara proceeded into the room. She cracked open the window, taking in the sweet summer air, fresh with floral scent from the trees outside and a breeze that was soothing on her skin. She waited a moment before turning back to Jon in his bed. Her insides wrenched as she twirled, that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach from the bitter reality that Jon was unconscious, alive but not awake, a battered mess hooked to tubes and machines that she didn’t quite recognize.
Another deep breath in…then out.
She didn’t dare sit. Not yet. Not just yet.