Sorceress, Spider, King.

How To Detect a Panic Attack

It had been about three days since Rosemarie was in New York and she had just finished dealing with her former husband's body washing her hands in the kitchen sink, Edward was sitting behind her at the breakfast table waiting for the roast in the oven, he was testing some new recipes before the memorial dinner.

Then the doorbell rang.

Edward and Rose walked to the window and poked their heads out from behind the curtain to see who was there. They both froze at the sight of a detective.

"I'm not answering it." Rosemarie crossed her arms.

"It is your house, not mine, and we already faked my death," Edward smirked, pushing red into his eyes.

Rose threw a dish towel at him and walked to the door leaving Edward sputtering.

She opened the door with a polite smile.

"Hello," she greeted, one hand on her hip and the other on the door.

"Good evening." the man removed his hat, "My name is Detective Matthew Alostoph, I was hoping to speak to Mrs. Rosemarie Smith?"

"You're in luck," her smile left her eyes but stayed on her face, " that's me, what can I help you with Detective?"

"I'm here to ask you some questions about your husband and his death," Detective Alostoph said, looking at her face thoroughly. "would that be alright?"

"I suppose so," she hummed, "as long as you're quick, I have a roast in the oven." She crossed her arms.

"Of course." He nodded, "I'll be as quick as I can, Mrs Smith." He pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, "how long had you known Mr.  Allen Smith?"

"Six years," she answered calmly.

"When did you last see him?"

"I had to confirm it was him when-" she cut herself off with a sniffle as a few tears fell, " I'm sorry." She took a deep breath, " when they found his head." She sobbed harder,

"I meant alive,"  He began, "I'm very sorry for bringing that up," he apologized.

"The week before he was found," she sniffed.

"Just two more questions, Mrs. Smith." He glanced back up at her before turning back to his notepad, "did he say where he was going and how long he'd be gone?"

"He said he was going on a three-day work trip, I wasn't worried till late on the fourth night." She wiped her tears, glancing at her hand, shock hit her eyes for a moment before fading back to the sobs.

"Last question before I let you go back to your roast, Mrs. Smith." He gave her a smile of faked sympathy, "were there any problems or altercations you and Mr. Smith had before he left?"

"Not right before." she swallowed trying to calm her tears, " we had arguments, all couples do, but nothing of importance  I can think of before he left."

"Thank you, Mrs.Smith." He closed his notepad and returned it to his pocket, " Have a good night." With that, he placed his hat back on his head and started down the path away from the house.

Rosemarie slammed the door and then snapped her fingers before rounding on Edward.

"Why didn't you tell me I had blood on my face!" She yelled, as Edward laughed, "I had to destroy the footage on his body cam!" She huffed and collapsed into a chair.

"Don't you have a roast in the oven?" Edward asked with a lifted brow directed at the way she was sitting.

"Oh, fuck off, it was all I could think of to get him to leave quicker." She waved him off.

"Did The Rosemarie Everett just swear?!" Edward gasped, Rosemarie just rolled her eyes, "I'm going to go get the roast." He smiled walking back into the kitchen.

Rosemarie heard the oven open, then Edward cursed, and then the smell of smoke hit her nose. The roast was burned, the trees were burnt, the fires burnt the trees, and blood dripped down her arm from the cut in her palm, pooling on the dirt.

The flames grew higher.

It was hard to breathe.

The smoke attacked her lungs.

The ring of blood around her glowed.

She could still hear their screams.

She could still see the fear in her eyes as she brought the axe down and through her skull.

She could hear the fire alarm...?

And Ed yelling at her to "Shut that beeping fucker off!"

She stood up, dusted herself off, and walked to the kitchen waving a hand at the fire alarm forcing it to silence.

Before walking out of the kitchen and up to her study.

She shut the door and leaned against it sinking to the ground, arms wrapped around her knees.

Her face was blank as tears rolled down her cheeks. She could faintly hear Edward calling her but she tuned it out.

There was a knock at the door and a tap at the window.

"Rose?" Ed asked in a whisper, "Is everything alright..." she didn't reply, " I'll go make some tea... I'll be in the kitchen." She heard his footsteps fade away.

"Just when I did some good." She whispered, barely audible to herself.

She spent the night there. the only sounds being her tears hitting the ground and the occasional tap from Prophet at the window.

Edward knocked on the door again in the morning.

"I just grabbed the mail and there is a letter for you from Danny." He slid the envelope under the door he paused, "I'm just a holler away if you need anything." before he walked away again.

She glanced at the letter, sighed, and picked it up, freezing at the slight rumble in the wards.

She opened the envelope

'Dear Ms. Rosemarie,

Thank you so much for your help and healing. I feel better than I ever did before and I feel like that was from all your work so thanks.

(Peter also says thanks)

Also I only just realized I never gave your housemate his shirt back, I'm so sorry. I hope he is alright without it for a bit!!!

Again thank you for everything.

-Danny

P.S. Can you send me that healing spell?'

Rosemarie had a small smile on her face as she stood up and sat at her desk dipping her quill.