That was a long. ass. night.
After most of the fires were put out at the hospital, the police rounded up the living superheroes and told us that there’d been a horrible explosion in Baltimore. Lark and I asked to go there. I knew something terrible had gone down when we landed at a hospital, not an explosion site.
They took us to the morgue first. They said it wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing could’ve prepared me for seeing Abby’s body. She was in a small room off the side, on a slab, and completely broken. I fell into Lark’s arms and she all but carried me out. We were also asked to confirm Topher’s body, but I barely even remember that. I was crying too hard.
After I’d calmed down (about half an hour later), Benjamin came and got us from up in surgery. I remember him being just covered in blood. Guys, you can’t even imagine how much blood was on him–I wasn’t even mad at him being there, that’s how shocked I was. I think he wanted to hug me, but had the sense not to. He told us that Reuben had been maimed in the explosion and he hadn’t been able to save his leg. Lark asked if anyone else had been hurt. The poor guy started to cry. Not big sobs or anything. He just turned away from us, his shoulders shaking, and you know what? I kind of wanted to hug him, because I thought Jill was dead and in a zillion pieces, which why she wasn’t in the morgue.
Lark actually did hug him, and asked him what had happened. He told us that Reid was on life support, Ember had been sedated because she wouldn’t stop screaming, and Jill was in surgery. Reuben had just gotten out of surgery. Something about scar tissue over missing limbs. I think Benjamin was just very, very tired. Marco came and got him then, and told him to go to bed.
And I’ll have you know that I’ve never teased him about crying. I think anyone would’ve cried after all that.