(Author's POV)
Inside Yelena's car, Wendy was freaking out big time, she was literally terrorized to see her sister's injuries. One could see in her eyes as they were red and veiny now, any minute and she would bawl her heart out.
She asked, her voice piercingly, ear splittingly loud, "Tell me, sis. What the fuck happened to you? I want all the details. Don't miss a single thing out." Her voice only became louder and louder.
"Language, Wendy, language. Aaaaaanddd ... relax. It is not as bad as it seems, you know. I~ ... I slipped and fell from the staircase," Myra explained as she lied. She was feeling guilty for it but she couldn't tell the real reason to anyone.
Wendy argued, "Seriously, sis. Why didn't you tell this earlier on the phone? You look horrible and you are saying it's not that bad, huhh. It is worse, I can see that. And where the heck is Nora? She let you come all alone, in this condition, just like that? I can't believe this. Isn't she your best friend?"
