Moon Knight Nonsense

Layla's POV: Asylum Escape (Part 2)

Layla El-Faouly x Moon Knight System

Summary: Her husband and the other alters are rapid switching while they've been trapped in an asylum. Layla's trying to make sense of their nonsense.

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'Do you even recognize me?'

He did. Mostly. Took a moment of them staring like she might just disappear again before the words came pouring out. All slurred without much of a filter.

She let him ramble until she got something she understood. There were quiet moments between where he spaced out. Layla waited patiently. Understandably, that took some time. He wasn't in a good state. Wasn't like she had anywhere else to be, he had all of her attention.

"Echar una mano-"

"Should say it in French mate she knows that one."

"Dejar plantado-"

"Sorry Layla."

"Mi polola~"

"Absolutely fucking not."

"Less cursing, more French guys. C'mon! Bonjour Layla! T'es belle!"

"Cut it out. We need to-"

"Sorry bruv I'm just tryna say 'ello."

"Será mejor que no le hables así."

"And you need to shut the fuck up too."

"Bit of a mess up here innit? Sorry."

"No. Layla you need to go. It's not uh-"

"Si amor, no es seguro aquí."

"Not a vacation is what it is. It's bloody awful."

"Safe. It's not safe. Trap."

"Si, I said that."

"No, you didn't, you wibbled on in Spanish."

"Spanish? Ah. My mistake. Hard to think right now."

"They're not going to let me leave. Needed you to get me to talk."

"He's right. You must leave, mi vida."

"I will end you."

The laugh that came out of him definitely wasn't Marc. She was certain his hand would have waved a grander gesture or punched himself if it hadn't been restrained. Layla watched him struggling and tried to not let her nose crinkle up. It hurt to see him like this. He shouldn't be here. Couldn't hold himself in the front for long. Maybe it was the sedatives they had him on? Or just this place? She didn't know. She'd never seen them this bad before.

"Hey- hey, hey, hey. All of you. Shut up a sec and look at me."

They did. He did. Head strained to lift up a fraction more so he could try and hold her stare. Layla softened her eyes, wishing she could reach out and hold his hand. She was going to do one better.

"I'm not leaving here without you. You got that? I need you all to get on the same page. If you're right, we got one shot at this. Can you hold yourself up? Why haven't you used your suit yet?"

"Fine, but I don't like this."

"I mean I'll try. Rooms a bit spinny."

"Old bird? In the mood he's in? Hah."

"That stupid pigeon-"

"It's complicated."

"What you got planned for us chica?"

"I swear, if I take off these restraints and you punch yourself, we're going to have a problem. Focus."

"You tell 'em, love."

"I am focused."

"Ahh he's behaving now wife is here."

"Shut your mouth."

Layla worked on the restraints behind his back. Helping him up to his feet. Keeping an arm around him while he gathered his bearings. She guided him towards the door, letting him lean his weight onto her as they moved.

Pushing him up against the wall just out of view. Close enough to be sharing each other's air, he leaned in but she didn't rise to it. Instead, she raised her hand to gesture for him to wait for the signal. He leaned back with a more stern expression, and then his eyebrows shot up as a more nervous one broke through. She thumped her fist against the door until one of the escorts opened it. Show time.