When the Camera's Aren't Rolling || Elizabeth Olsen x Child Star

Down the rabbit hole.

MONDAY  || AUGUST 2nd  || 2021

[Present time]

Violet De Angelis' POV ~

The emergency room was a whirlwind of chaos, a symphony of beeping machines, urgent voices, and hurried footsteps. Amidst the frantic dance of medical personal sat Violet, her small frame consumed by terror. Her eyes, wide with fear, darted frantically around the room, searching for a familiar face, but found only strangers clad in white coats and blue uniforms.

Beside her, Winnie whimpered loudly, her tiny hands clutching Violet's shirt as if seeking refuge from the storm raging around them. Both girls were covered in blood, their clothes stained red with the remnants of the tragedy that had unfolded before their young eyes.

A few minutes ago, the girls had been escorted out of the ambulance and forced to watch as their big sister was whisked away on a stretcher, a crimson river of blood flowing from wounds that refused to close. "E-Elsie! S-s-sissy!" Violet wailed, her voice raw with desperation. The four-year-old didn't understand what was happening, where her older sister had gone, or if she'd ever see her again. All she knew was the overwhelming dread threatening to consume her whole.

"I w-want m-my S-SISTER!" she continued to plead, feeling herself sink deeper into the abyss of despair, her cries lost in the deafening roar of the unknown.

"They need to be checked over," one of the doctors urgently exclaimed. But Violet recoiled from his hands, her screams echoing off the sterile walls. The touch of strangers felt like a violation, a stark reminder of her vulnerability.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I just need to check where you're bleeding from," the doctor tried, masking his concern with compassion. His words fell on deaf ears as Violet continued to scurry backwards on the bed, kicking and screaming.

The young brunette knew she wasn't injured, and she did NOT need anybody to help her. "D-don't towch us!" She screamed as the doctors got closer.

Panic surged through Violet as she lunged to shield her wailing baby sister, trembling with fear and desperation. But her efforts were futile as Winnie was pried from her grasp and whisked away to a neighbouring bed.

Strong arms restrained Violet as she fought and squirmed to get to her sister. "N-No! STOP!" Her young voice rang out in a desperate plea.

"D-don't towch h-her," the 4-year-old whimpered helplessly as she watched the doctors peel away Winnie's blood-soaked onesie. "S-stop it!"

"Hey! Hey! It's alright, they're just going to help her," reassured the nurse who was holding her. But Violet's screams persisted, fuelled by a deep-rooted fear that gripped her heart.

"N-no," Violet whined, her sobs ripping from the back of her throat. In this mindset, she couldn't distinguish between the doctor's gentle touch and the violence she had witnessed, her trust shattered in the wake of trauma.

On the next bed over, doctors meticulously examined every inch of Winnie's small body, their expressions shifting from concern to confusion. "There are no visible signs of injury or wounds that could account for the blood," one of the doctors murmured, his tone tinged with disbelief. "Patient appears to be unharmed."

"Giv-ve her back," Violet pleaded through sobs, her small arms outstretched as far as they could reach. Despite her struggles, she couldn't break free from the nurse's hold. "Let m-me go!"

"They're just going to tidy up all that blood from her, alright?" The nurse assured Violet, "Then they'll return her to you, perfectly safe and sound."

The reassurances did little to calm Violet's frayed nerves. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as she cried out for Winnie, her small fists trying to escape against the restraints that held her back.