The hallucination not that much.

~~~~~~~~What was she thinking about?~~~~~~~~

"Who are you?" He said slowly walking towards the car that Stevie was on.

"That shouldn't be in your knowing." Says Stevie , in a very deep, manly voice. Or better yet in this case the entity in Stevie said that.

"Oh my dear god." Mumbles Andrew , taking out a pocket bible  out from the back pocket of his pants.

he started reciting something in Latin, the holy words. The words from the bible. As he began doing this , Stevie took the shard of glass and was carving something on the roof of he car she was on. Been fully driven by the pain of her past and current sicenario , she did not know, her conscious,  what was going on.  Also the quite literal , physical pain she was in. As she was carving on the car, the thorns placed on her head felt as though they were getting sharper and sharper. Getting sharpened every time she was carving a different word. As this was going on , Andrew was reciting the words louder and louder, tightly griping the bible, and moving or walking closer to the car step by step.

He was now right near the car that Stevie was on. She yelled, through the pain that her head was causing her and the words that Andrew was reciting only made the situation more and more chaotic in itself. Andrew wishing he had some holy water , but he did not. Even though it looked as though Stevie was the only one in pain , Andrew was in the same too. It killed him to see Stevie like this.  But for a vague reason , Stevie or the now entity within her wasn't harming him, it was just screaming , loudly. In a very deep toned voice that would usually make anyone deaf, if they weren't as brave and strong as Andrew. Stevie stopped carving , and threw the piece of glass down to the ground. Within a split second she was out , passed out , completely.

"Oh dear." Whispered Andrew as he put his bible back in his pocket. But then right before hr could lift Stevie up to take her home and clean her up from all the blood on her face, his eyes glanced at what Stevie was carving on the car with the piece of glass she had in her hand. He looked at it and his face went pale. A now speechless Andrew was in shock. He looked in the car if he could find a camera or phone as he did not bring his. He needed a picture of it ASAP , as proof. to both Stevie and the church , or the head council at it. Fortunately , luck was on Andrew's side and he found a  camera lying just in the passengers seat of the broken car, the windows were broken ,so this made it a lot easier than finding something to break the windows by first . He quickly grabbed it and clicked a picture as soon as he could , and got a copy of the same. He put the picture in his front pocket and threw the camera back in the car. He then lifted the unconscious Stevie up from the roof of the car and took her back to his own car, driving her home to Max. As he knew Max could do some basic first aid  and medication for her as he was a doctor. Also since it was very late at night , he knew that it would be rather challenging to get a hospital room. It was 1am. In about 15 minutes Andrew reached Stevie and Max's shared residence. He quickly got out of the car and then proceeding to get Stevie out of the same. He climbed the stairs with Stevie in his arms , when he got to their apartment, Andrew was very violently banging the door and ringing the door bell. Max eventually  opened the door. He had gotten out of his sleep. Max saw them both via the peephole on the front door. He opened it as soon as he saw them outside.

"OH MY GOD!!?? STEVIE??!! WHAT HAVE Y-YOU DONE TO HER!!??" Exclaims Max in shock.

"Listen it is not what it looks like. Let me explain everything to you." Says Andrew.

"What is there to explain. you have killed her, murdered  her haven't you. I should have trusted my instincts  and gone to collect her after it became so late." Says Max in a very bossed up, powerful tone of voice.

"No wait, could i come in to tell you all that went down at least. Look finding a hospital room for Stevie in a hospital now, this late at night would be pointless and of no use. Instead you could do her medication , you are a doctor as well, while i tell you all that happened to her and that it is not my fault. Neither hers."Says Andrew putting his deep south British accent to good use.