Farrah looked up at Catra as the older girl assess Farah for injuries. There was quiet for a few minutes, before the younger girl groaned in discomfort.
"Catra, I can't feel my hand."
Catra looked. Farrah had been lying on her arm, so numbness was to be expected. Her hand was a terrible sight. Purple and red, bones from her pointer and middle finger stabbed through the flesh.
"Farrah, that looks really bad. You're lucky if they don't amputate it."
"What?!"
Farrah's last bit of adrenaline came and went, causing her to jolt up just long enough to shriek before falling down again with a groan.
"I didn't mean it like that. I'm going to call for help."
"No!" Farrah could barely yell. "Geode."
"I know you're scared, but they aren't going to hurt you. Not everything in the world is supposed to hurt you."
Catra ran and channeled all her energy into calling 911 in a phonebooth. No one answered the line, and she ran to Adora's home. She slapped the windchimes and the windows until Adora and her twins woke up. Catra ripped pieces of her dress to form a trail.
Adora, confused, following the trail to a now delirious Farrah.
The blond ran to Farrah and gently placed a hand on her forehead. Farrah was scared at first, her blurry vision causing everything around her to look like an incoherent blob of color.
She looked to Catra.
"Adora. My friend."
Farrah settled down, and Catra smirked. She didn't want to have to explain her complicated relationship to a 13 year old.
Adora contacted the authorities and sat beside Farrah in the ambulance. Catra stood before the back doors as they closed, smiling as Adora talked soothingly to the three children surrounding her.
Catra knew they were going to be okay.
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Catra's Clarity (Sequel to Adora's Lament)
FanfictionCatra is dead. After a lifetime of struggle and stress, Catra is resting in the afterlife. The only thing missing? Adora,Catra's girlfriend who had been trying to rebuild her life after the Final Battle. Catra expected to wait centuries to see Adora...
