Chapter Text
Dramatic
Miranda sighed as she sat in her office chair - staring at her assistant cum wife, and actual assistant.
“I'm fine!” moaned the editor as she watched the two younger women frantically running in circles, making surplus calls, and just generally making a load of noise over nothing.
She put her two hands on her chair rests and made to stand up, before being unceremoniously pushed back onto the black leather piece. She squinted her eyes and glared at the brunette.
“Andr-”
“Shush Miranda!”
The white-haired woman felt her jaw almost drop in shock - in fact, it would have had she not clenched it at the exact second the shock hit her.
“Andre-”
“Miranda, will you be quiet?” The journalist turned her attention back to the cellphone in her hand “What? Oh, yes. She seems fine - too fine. I think she’s still in shock.”
She sighed “Andrea Priestly - will you please calm down! He missed! We will phone the police later, but right now I have a meeting with Gucci, a lunch with Versace and an art department to wrangle so I don’t- “
Her younger wife stopped, she looked at the redhead, whose eyes had widened in comical surprise. She looked back at the Editor, before passing the cellphone to her ex-colleague and moving slowly to the woman in the chair.
“Miranda baby, what do you mean?”
Miranda’s brow creased in confusion. I’m busy darling I don-”
“What do you mean he missed.”
“Andrea I don’t-”
“Miranda baby, you’re bleeding. A lot.”
“What? No, I’m not, don’t be silly. Emily m-”
“Emily where is that ambulance?”
“5 minutes” replied the redhead.
“Damn it” muttered the brunette, who had maintained eye contact with her older wife the whole time.
“Andrea?”
“Miranda, look down”
“Wha-” The editor slowly moved her gaze from her wife’s eyes, down her body, across the desk, and down to her own lap, where she noticed a few tiny droplets of pinky-red on the hem of her white skirt. She swallowed loudly. She lifted her hand from the arm rest and placed it on her abdomen, it was numb, she looked down in confusion before shakily lifting her hand to eye level - it was drenched in red liquid.
“Oh,” she muttered before looking up at her wife again. “I think - oh”
The world turned black as Miranda Priestly passed out.