<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Darkaggy.jpg) </div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s Home<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Onneca<br/><hr/>“Oh thank God.” Agatha clung tightly to Onneca, her breath coming in short ragged gasps.  She shook her head trying to squeak out the words to assure Onneca that it wasn’t her that had been hurt, but she could only wheeze and take comfort in the olive arms gently poking and searching for wounds they didn’t wish to find.  With a deep shuttering breath she was able to eek out a reply.<br/><br/>“It’s Elizabeth…I don’t know…what happened.” She answered between breaths, her lungs aflame from her sprint across town.  “She’s with the doctor, now.” Agatha did not let Onneca go, her hands pressed against Onneca’s hair and cheeks.  “I thought…I thought with what Oswald said that maybe…maybe you could be hurt too.” The thought of seeing Onneca lying on the floor, her clothing in bloody tatters was too much.  Agatha burst into tears and began to cover Onneca’s face in kisses born of overwhelming relief at finding her okay. “You’re okay…Oh thank you.” Her words splattered between the need to verify that her words were true.<br/><br/>The softly spoken Spanish illicited a sob and Agatha allowed herself a moment to just be held, to let her always racing mind calm in the comforting embrace of the woman she loved.  Onneca was okay and Elizabeth was the one that had been hurt.  She needed to get back to her.  To make sure she was going to be alright.  “I don’t know how bad it is.  It was dark and we rushed her to the doctor.  I need to go back.” Agatha spoke in a soft frightened voice.  It was a fear brought on now by concern and worry over Elizabeth. “Make sure she is okay.”<br/>