Tara watched Cordelia flee the room to what she deduced was the apartment’s bathroom, and she thought she heard the sound of a pill bottle rattling. She hoped it was only pain reliever and not some more serious drugs… but if Cordelia was truly in a lot of pain from these visions, Tara knew she’d want to appear strong in front of her friends. The witch only hoped she could help Cordelia through it all.
Finding the broom easily, Tara scooped the glass shards into the dustpan and carefully poured the debris into the garbage bag. “C-can I get you anything else, Cordy?” she called toward the closed door. “M-maybe some protein? O-or more water?”
After closing the bottle and placing it back in the cabinet, Cordelia leaned heavily against the counter. She closed her eyes, waiting for her residual lightheadedness to pass.
Tara’s voice was slightly muffled by the door, but Cordelia still heard her question clearly. “Water would be nice.” she answered, even though she felt a bit bad for letting Tara, who was still her guest, take care of her in her own home. In fact, Cordelia almost smiled at the irony of the situation; less than ten minutes ago, she had been the one offering to get Tara water.
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