"Whoa!" Iman staggers back in surprise and draws in a sharp gasp at Greta's hardening grasp. She looks over at her friend, sees the horror and shock in her eyes, and straightens up immediately.
"Greta?" she asks in a low voice. She covers her hand with her own, trying to draw her eyes. Greta obviously knows her, but she doesn't want to ask who it is directly, doesn't want to risk causing a sneezing fit if Greta doesn't want to answer right. She steps out as much as Greta's hold will allow, trying to move subtly in between her and this new woman, but she can't pull her arm free. "Greta, it's gonna be-" She feels the telltale tickle at the back of her throat and shuts her mouth sharply, eyes widening, her blood running ice fucking cold. No. No.
Who is this woman? What is she going to do? What has she done? Iman turns on her with a flash of preemptive anger and tries harder to pull away, to storm over and confront this situation head on like she always does, but Greta won't let her go.
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"Greta?" she asks in a low voice. She covers her hand with her own, trying to draw her eyes. Greta obviously knows her, but she doesn't want to ask who it is directly, doesn't want to risk causing a sneezing fit if Greta doesn't want to answer right. She steps out as much as Greta's hold will allow, trying to move subtly in between her and this new woman, but she can't pull her arm free. "Greta, it's gonna be-" She feels the telltale tickle at the back of her throat and shuts her mouth sharply, eyes widening, her blood running ice fucking cold. No. No.
Who is this woman? What is she going to do? What has she done? Iman turns on her with a flash of preemptive anger and tries harder to pull away, to storm over and confront this situation head on like she always does, but Greta won't let her go.