June was standing at the edge of the parking lot, pacing back and forth and back and forth just waiting. June had taken her jacket off and left it somewhere between the parking lot and where she had had a full breakdown only a few minutes prior. She hadn't been able to shake the shock off yet, her eyes wide and crazed as she looked around. Flashing between her eyes was the images of Hardy and Singh, Hardy and Singh, Hardy and Singh, that same terrifying look in their eyes as they realized she had killed them. Junes body count was rising rather quickly, and there was only one person who she knew could handle this better than her.
Headlights shone in her only moments later and she was continued to stop pacing, her breaths frantic as she hoped it was who she had called for. The lights turned off and the drivers side door opened, Rafe Cameron stepping out of the car. He had a pissed off look on his face, they were still mad at each other, and she hadn't moved from her spot, so he assumed she was being stubborn.
"If this is you apologizing it already sucks." He felt unsettled about the situation so he stayed at his car for just a moment longer, an eerie feeling overwhelming him as he realized she was muttering to herself. She didn't even seem to realize he was there, his angry expression melted away and he held a wary look instead, his chest rising sporadically as he picked up on her manic state. Her head was turned to the ground and he couldn't see her face, the boy wondering why she wasn't wearing anything but her t-shirt in this cold weather. He took nervous steps towards her and lifted his hand, nervous to rest it on her shoulder. The instant his finger connected with her skin she jumped, turning towards him with wide and paranoid eyes, his face dropping with fear at the sight of her. "Whose—whose blood is this? You—you—hey! Whose blood is that?!"
He had been immediately alarmed by the blood splatter and smeared across her face, the blood he could now see on her hands and shirt. Her face was pale and the look behind his eyes was a look he had only ever seen once from her. He had grabbed her by the arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he immediately seemed to pick up the intensity of the situation. His other hand dropped to her, pulling the hem of her shirt up it make sure the blood wasn't coming from her, his eyes blinking as he realized just how out of her mind she was.
"I had to do it. You've got to believe me I had to! I had no choice! He was trying to kill me! He was going to kill me I had no choice! I had no—"
"Who?! Who was trying to kill you?!"
"I had no choice —" He slapped his hand over her mouth to silence her, still not quite sure of what was going on. His context clues led him tot he right answer, but he was hoping for their own sake that it was something different. He pressed them together as he held the hand to her mouth and then the back of her neck, so that she couldn't escape his grip. He looked down at her with his chin raised, a cautionary breath leaving his lips as he held her there.
"What happened?" He said in a low whisper, his head turning left and right and then back to her. His natural paranoia immediately kicked in, and he felt like there were eyes everywhere on them. Holding her like this informed him just how much she was shaking, the boy feeling a twinge of sympathy for her. He looked down at her with a demanding look, forcing himself to be calm so that he could convince her to speak. "Can you tell me what happened?"
She nodded her head and he nodded back, a hardened look on his face. If June wasn't so out of it she would have recognized him immediately, this Rafe in front of her was the one who had kidnapped her, who had betrayed Limbrey and attacked her on the boat. This was the perfect person to have on her side at the moment.
