soldier down on that icy ground
Rio flicked the witches back again and closed her eyes, tunneling her and Agatha back to the cottage, and placing her on her bed. Things can’t get any worse, Rio thought.
That was before Agatha’s soul started to form.
“Agatha Harkness, don’t you dare die on me!” She yelled as she tried to heal the biggest wound, the mattress continuing to get soaked in blood. “Please, Agatha!” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she used every bit of power she had to save Agatha. This wasn’t the best time to realize she was capable of crying.
“Please.” Rio sobbed as her eyes flickered green, all her magick in her fingertips. What Rio once admired for being rhythmic and orderly was now uneven and shallow, almost inaudible.
“Stay with me, Agatha.” She gulped back the tears, her breathing uneven. “You fucking promised you’d be okay!” Rio sighed shakily in relief as the big wound finally closed.
Agatha shot up, coughing out the blood in her mouth. “Oh, damn, that’s blood.”
“Oh, thank Ancients.” Rio hugged Agatha, crying into her shoulder. “I thought I… I thought I lost you.”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Agatha chuckled weakly. “Things could be worse, you know.”
“How? How could they be worse?”
Agatha shrugged. “Kay, yeah. I dunno. At least I can add impaled by glass to my list of injuries.”
“I told— I told you we should’ve come back.”
“Yeah, you did. You can say I told you so now.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Rio pulled away, taking Agatha’s hands with her shaking ones. “I’m going to go find something to bandage you up with, and you’re going to stay in bed. Got it?”
She smirked. “No prom–”
“That was not a request.”
Agatha’s opal eyes met Rio’s, and her gaze softened. “Are you… crying?”
“Promise me.”
Agatha watched Rio’s lip twitch.
“Promise me, Agatha.”
Agatha inspected every inch of grief, sorrow, and worry on Rio’s face, then nodded. “I promise.”
Rio nodded back, then got up and scavenged through Agatha’s cupboards until she found a roll of gauze. The tug of the afterlife was pulled on her, making her tense. “I can’t go. Not yet.” She ignored it and steadied her breathing, then headed back to Agatha’s bed, sitting behind her. Agatha sat silently as Rio bandaged her stomach.
“Did you know you could cry?”
“No,” Rio admitted. “I don’t even know how I did.”
That’s when a sharp pain made Rio wince.
“Rio?” Agatha turned around almost immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s– it’s nothing, I’ve just been gone too long, I think. It’s okay, I can finish up before I leave.”
Agatha grabbed the gauze. “I can finish myself. You just go do your job.”
“But–”
“You take care of whatever needs to be taken care of, and I’ll stay off my feet. Deal?”
Rio sighed. “Make sure to eat something and rest. I’ll be back before you know it.”
She kissed Agatha on the forehead and met her electric-blue eyes with her one last time before she left.
“Te veo.”