Small fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, she inhaled through her nose and exhaled against the pale skin of his cheek. She wasn’t sure she could keep this up much longer, but his gaze, the way that he looked at her, it gave her the strength that she needed to focus on her thoughts and pluck details from her memory - details that would help him get her to where they all needed to be.
Where had her first ultrasound been? She clenched her eyes shut tightly and forced herself to remember, she could do this - she had an eidetic memory. Why was it so hard to remember?
"L-Lenox Hill," she mumbled to him. "Between Lexington and Park Avenue."
She used the last of her energy to give him directions, and then Penelope’s lips grazed the underside of his jaw before she slumped forward, the weight of her body held up by his as reality gave way to unconsciousness.
His pulse spiked. He could visualize the hospital, the street corner, the parking lot. That’s all Jormungandr needed.
He moved one arm under her thighs, the other bracing her back and neck. His thoughts of doubt, fear, and uncertainty were wiped from his mind. Concentration. The serpent was tired, but he pulled magic from every pore, every crevice of himself. It’s only a couple of blocks away, he thought. Actually, it’s exactly fifteen. He could see the destination as clear as day, as direct as a map. Then, they vanished.
The musty smell of the alley was replaced by cool winter winds, with a hint of sterile plastic in the air. Making sure Penelope was alive and whole in his hands, he carried her to the emergency room doors.