Mac kept his arm around her, cutting off himself at everyone's sudden concern for Mickey.

Raven watched Mickey quietly and thought of the doctor. He was hinting about PTSD earlier.

Mac looked at her with some confusion. "H-Hey now, where's this talk coming from? There's nothing wrong with you being here."

I checked my bag and started searching for something.

Mac finally came to a full understanding of the situation. Mac was freaking out, but managed to keep a decently calm demeanor on the outside. He hadn't expected to be in this situation. In fact, after she disappeared, he was more expecting to attend a funeral than have something like this happen. Mac stayed where he was, knowing that closing the distance might make the situation worse. "It's all just another trial we have to overcome, Mickey. I believe in you." He managed to force out without showing his true emotions.

Mort was about to show his stubborn pride, but Jessie yanked him out.

Raven reappeared with some water. Definitely didn't this place to catch on fire.

"Get...away!" Mickey shoved off the wall, away from Mac. "I don't want to hurt you," she sobbed as flames began to lick their way up her arms. "Cause I will," she growled, her lips curving into a grin. She stumbled backwards as if punched, towards the rest of the group.

Garret stumbled backwards. What was going on?

Raven stood where she was, water forgotten. "Mickey..." She called out.

Mac glanced at Scott, making no attempts to stop him. "I'm not afraid of getting hurt for you."

I circled around her, "Yeah, yeah, say what you like, everyone else here is too fuckin' scared to do what they need to." I looked over at Raven behind Amelia and nodded to them, I had absolutely no plan with her, just using her as a distraction.

(Why the fuck are you both calling her Amelia kek)
Mac stood up, but didn't make any moves.