Knock, knock... [TW]

Time and date: Mid/end October 2021
Place: Hope Gardens nr 2
Weather: Boring, windy and grey
Outfit: Grey oversized t-shirt, red cardigan, blue jeans
Dedicated to: @Ash
Notes: Mary-Jane is sick with meningitis again, but she hasn't realized it.

Another fucking day. Yes. Her father seemed to feel happier with the new woman around. He seemed to be more present in general, but was it just because she was special? That woman had caught Mary-Jane in a sensitive moment and wrapped her arms around her, because the last woman she had trusted, did even like Mary-Jane or her sister. She had just been pretending. God. It almost felt like her mother lived on in the face of the new Artemis. But wisely, Artemis hadn’t shown her face ever since.
Mary-Jane only ever saw her sister rarely at school. Then there was Kemuel who seemed to have a busy life himself… And Rose… Well, Mary-Jane felt like she didn’t exist anymore in Rose’s world. So, like usual, Mary-Jane was left with the only person who she trusted and truly cared for with every inch of her heart. Her grandmother Starla.

She gave the neighbour little nod with a fake smile. A doctor from what she knew of. She hated doctors. The only thing they did was tell someone they were sick. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she pushed the front door open with her shoulder. She didn’t want to use her arms too much because her neck hurt so much. It had been sore for hours. “I’m home,” she called for Starla. Bruce, her dog mostly, came running, whimpering. Mary-Jane threw her backpack in the hallway and with the dog, she ran into Starla’s room. She yelled her grandmothers name while she was running, and when the old lady didn’t reply, she screamed the name. She couldn’t hear the toilet flush. It had to be something else. She stopped in the door, seeing how the old woman stood and looked out the window. “Starla, I thought you-”
“Where do you know my name from?” the old woman interrupted and turned to look at the young girl. “You look so much like Amy,” the old lady continued.
“It’s me. Jane. Your grandchild,” she pulled a sad smile to her grandmother. Please. No. Don’t let the only person she trusted forget who she was.
“I don’t have a grandchild, dearest. Amy has only just turned twenty. Do you know where she is?” Mary-Jane clenched her teeth. Shit.
“She’s not here. I’m sorry,” she replied. “Maybe you should sit down for a little, hm?” she suggested and gestured towards the bed. The old lady gazed towards the bed before she raised her brows, as if the bed hadn’t been there before. She approached the bed and tugged herself under. Mary-Jane rubbed her forehead for a moment. “I’ll grab us some water, Starla,” she exhaled.
So, Mary-Jane kept tears at bay while she was filling a glass for each of them. She was almost done with one glass when she heard something tumble and fall inside Starla’s room. “Are you okay?” she yelled and closed the faucet. She with both glasses in her hand she walked back to her grandmother’s room, but only to see her grandmother on the floor. Shaking. With not much thought, she put the glasses away and ran towards her grandmother. She didn’t even notice how one of the glasses fell to the ground and shattered. She turned her grandmother around for a moment and tried to study her. “H-hold on!” she told her grandmother before she hurried up from her seat. Luckily, she still carried her shoes. She quickly ran to the door and opened it wide. She didn’t even look for traffic as she ran across the street. She hammered on the front door to the doctor’s house, not minding the neckpain. “Mr. Mitchell!” she yelled. “Hurry!” she continued hoping the door would open up soon. When the door finally opened the small redhaired girl looked at the doctor with fear in her eyes. “Please help,” she begged quite out of breath, and quite frantically reached her hand out for the man to take so she could drag the man to her home.

Ash had just gotten home within a handful of minutes, parked his car as he saw one of Killian's children. Not that he had thought much about it than just giving a friendly neighbor nod, as one did. After all he did try to keep himself on a friendly foot with the Jones family, or mostly Cassian, and in the beginning it had mainly been for Sebastian's sake. But maybe it was just Cassian's annoying charisma that was beginning to grow on the demi-god. However, the past days had been anything but normal for Ash, which also explained why he felt a little bit out of it. His head had been filled up so much lately that he had barely had time to think for himself, so today had just been a few hours at work after a longer break - at least he could listen to his own head when it told him that he needed to take a breather. Not that sitting on the sofa all day starring into the wall was helping anyone, so he had made it to work today, back into reality. Ash had only just sat himself down in the sofa with a warm cup of coffee placed on the coffee table, as he swung his legs up on the table and leaned a little back  - enjoying the silence for just a moment.

But silence lasted only a second, as the hammering on the front door made him open his eyes eyes again. Ash pressed his brows together, then from the hammer against the door, someone yelled for him, to hurry even. Ash knew a cry for help when he heard one, so he swung his legs down from the coffee table, the coffee had to wait as well, as he moved towards the front door. He looked at the shapeshifter. Please help, Ash looked towards her. "What is going on?" He asked and held his breath a little bit, not getting an answer before he was dragged with the shapeshifter across the street.

Mary-Jane caught his hand and simply started dragging him back to the house on across the street. “It’s my grandmother,” she yelped almost out of breath. Every join which moved while she ran with him hurt, but she didn’t complain about it. The door to her home still stood open and it was easy to get indoors. Mary-Jane was well taught in first aid, and usually could do most things by herself, but for some reason she couldn’t help her grandmother today. Her head was spinning. No hurting. “She’s having a seizure,” she quacked and was quick to show the way to the grandmother who was laying on the floor in a seizure. She looked towards him. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew it was a quite simple task to look after someone in a seizure, but the panic and the symptoms she was getting herself took every kind of rational thought out of her head. Eventually, she sat down next to her grandmothers bed, feeling incredibly sleepy and slowly she started feeling quite warm.