Chapter Text
Miss Babax lay curled up in a hospital bed, trying not to move. She'd broken both her arm and her leg, besides receiving several scraps and bruises, when the transformed Wight had broken into the panloopticon. In the bed next to her, Miss Plover moaned. She too had been injured severely, and though they were both still awake - a must for the weave to hold - her vacant eyes showed that her mind had all but left her. She had already been shaken and suffering after her loop was attacked. A second attack in only a matter of days was too much for her to bear.
"Miss?"
She turned her head, and sees one of her wards entering the hospital room.
"Vigsby." She greeted the peculiar boy. "Why are you hear?" She asked, not wanting her children to see her this way.
"I wanted to see how you were. We were so worried for you Miss." He said softly, approaching her. His eyes momentarily moved to the other bed, Miss Plover seemingly having awoken from her stupor as the boy entered.
"Ravenna..." She said quietly, but Miss Babax ignored her.
"I am quite fine. It'll take me a while to get out of this bed, but it could've been worse." She assured him, reaching up to stroke his cheek with her good hand.
"That's great ma'am." His hands went behind his back, a very unusual action in Miss Babax's judgement. As Vigsby was a very powerful conduit of lightning, he always kept his hands visible, preventing people from having to fear him secretly charging up and electrocuting them at a handshake.
"Vigsby, what are you..."
She doesn't get to finish asking her question, because suddenly the door is slammed open and a mix of peculaurs and Ymbrynes come rushing into the room.
"Leave them alone!" Miss Wren cries.
"You will not do his bidding!" Addisson bark, launching to bite at Vigsby.
"What is going on?" Miss Babax tries to make herself heard, too, but it is impossible as Vigsby and her are suddenly surrounded.
One of her sisters is pulling at her, trying to force her out of bed, while someone else tries to calm the screaming Miss Plover in the background. Several peculiars that he sister brought with her are dragging Vigsby away from her while he fight tooth and nail to stay. It's chaos, the sound volume so high that she doesn't hear the snap of electrical charging that sparks on the palms of his hands when he breaks free.
She doesn't hear or see anything, until he reaches out to hold on to her hand, and her veins are suddenly burning her up.
"Aaaaah!" She screams, enveloped in burning hot agony as Vigsby, her ward, burns her from the inside out.
When he finally let go, she is doing. She knows she is. Her heart flutters weakly in her chest and she knows it will give up any moment. She is dying, murdered by one of the people she trusted the most.
As her heart finally gives in, and stop, the last thing she hears is a sharp cry.
"Ravenna!"