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xp_logsTuesday evening, before this log. Amanda, using all the shielding she's got, attempts to heal Alison's flesh wounds. This coincides with Alison's first brief moment of awareness since Saturday's events.
She hadn't slept in forever, she knew that, even as she knew that there had been sleep at one point, although not here exactly. The buzzing of the room was almost daunting, the barely present sound still setting every nerve on fire, the feel of the metal table underneath her eating away through her skin. Alison only saw and felt light though, her thoughts flickering in and out under the tide without much coherency.
"The minute you start feeling anything through that shielding of yours, get your ass out of there," Madleyn finished warning Amanda and gave the girl a brief pat on the shoulder. "Don't try and heal everything - just do what you can."
Amanda nodded, looking at the glowing figure - not so bright now, but still painful to look at - and swallowing a little. Casting her shielding spell, the blueish glow somehow muted next to Ali's incandescence, she carefully opened the door to the iso room and went in, carefully closing it behind her. It was _warm_ in there - a rare thing for the chilly medlabs - and she took a moment to reinforce the spell, even though she knew it would cost her power she'd need for healing. Do what she could, that's what Madelyn had told her.
"~Sister,~" she called out hesitantly in Askani as she approached Alison. "~I've come to render assistance and healing.~"
The white noise generators ate Amanda's voice as she spoke, leaving nothing to be heard in the room. There was something flashing on the screen which had been installed not long ago, but Alison wasn't even registering its existence at the moment. Her senses were trying to tell her something, but everything was muddled and vague, the light patterns echoing in her mind making it hard to focus on anything at all.
There was something though, nagging at her endlessly and even though she'd already understood at some level that not moving meant the pain wasn't as strong, Alison turned to try and look around, to see if the room was as blank and featureless as it had been before. However long she'd been here, of which she had no idea.
Amanda could have kicked herself. Of course she couldn't hear anything. Sound would kill her, at this point. Instead she came right up to the edge of Alison's bed, careful not to touch her - the woman's aura was screaming with pain, even without Amanda trying to see it. She waved her hand into Alison's field of vision, hoping she was with it enough to notice. Healings were so much more easier when the person knew what you were doing. And she didn't have the power for a fight; already her shield was crackling around the edges as light battered it.
A different light flared at her, blue instead of white hot and Alison flinched away from it, inhaling quickly at the reaction the motion drew from her body. The ache of the cuts in her skin or her ankle were lost in the pain and she never noticed one of the deeper claw marks oozing blood for a heartbeat, before it started to slowly vaporize in the heat she was still generating. Forcing herself to keep still she stared at the bluish light, eyes wide - there was no fear though. The motion had been noticed and she was slowly trying to make sense of it, the new change to the patterns of light within and without.
Staring at her hand - that was good. Good enough, any way. Amanda didn't think Alison was even capable of talking right now. She glanced over the woman's naked form, taking in the many cuts and abrasions that were not so much darker as less-bright lines against the intensely glowing skin. Concentrate on those, not the rest, she told herself, knowing there was no way in hell, she had enough power to deal with the degree of nerve damage that had been done. She only hoped that the healing would stick, with Alison still white-hot and all.
Closing her eyes (the light was still bright against her closed lids) and gritting her teeth, Amanda spread her hands over Alison, just short of touching, and let loose with the healing spell, concentrating on what were really the minor hurts, in the scheme of things, but which couldn't go untended
Her lips moved silently although Alison wasn't saying anything intelligible, really - pure reflex, a brief moistening of her lips. Flesh started to knit raggedly under the influence of the healing magic, the cuts slowly diminishing if not disappearing entirely, the swelling and bruising of her side and ankle fading to something far less noticeable as well. The re-arrangement of skin and muscle drew a faint whimper from Alison which went unheard in the sound dampened room.
It was like her mind was on fire... Amanda echoed Alison's silent whimper, unable to handle the sheer volume of the pain the woman was going through, would continue to go through. She pushed the spell as far as she could, but then her shielding started to waver, and the heat was become uncomfortable. At last she cut the spell off, panting slightly, for a moment just remembering how to breathe.
The blue light was gone from her field of vision and for a moment the tide receded and Alison knew, actually knew for the briefest moment where she was. The medlab. She heard nothing as she said the word, or tried to perhaps and her awareness soon faded to be replaced by light once more.
Amanda caught the flicker of awareness in Alison's eyes, the movement of her lips as she tried to frame the word, and glanced back at the window where she could make out the white blur that was Madelyn, watching her. She nodded, and Madelyn gave her a relieved nod in return, the message given and received: ~She'll make it.~
There wasn't anything else to be done, to do - she couldn't even touch Alison's hand, reassure her she wasn't alone, for the pain it would cause. And words fell into white noise, less than meaningless. '~Good journey, sister,~' Amanda thought at the older woman, pushing the words with all the power she had spare - not much, but at least it made her feel better.
She hadn't slept in forever, she knew that, even as she knew that there had been sleep at one point, although not here exactly. The buzzing of the room was almost daunting, the barely present sound still setting every nerve on fire, the feel of the metal table underneath her eating away through her skin. Alison only saw and felt light though, her thoughts flickering in and out under the tide without much coherency.
"The minute you start feeling anything through that shielding of yours, get your ass out of there," Madleyn finished warning Amanda and gave the girl a brief pat on the shoulder. "Don't try and heal everything - just do what you can."
Amanda nodded, looking at the glowing figure - not so bright now, but still painful to look at - and swallowing a little. Casting her shielding spell, the blueish glow somehow muted next to Ali's incandescence, she carefully opened the door to the iso room and went in, carefully closing it behind her. It was _warm_ in there - a rare thing for the chilly medlabs - and she took a moment to reinforce the spell, even though she knew it would cost her power she'd need for healing. Do what she could, that's what Madelyn had told her.
"~Sister,~" she called out hesitantly in Askani as she approached Alison. "~I've come to render assistance and healing.~"
The white noise generators ate Amanda's voice as she spoke, leaving nothing to be heard in the room. There was something flashing on the screen which had been installed not long ago, but Alison wasn't even registering its existence at the moment. Her senses were trying to tell her something, but everything was muddled and vague, the light patterns echoing in her mind making it hard to focus on anything at all.
There was something though, nagging at her endlessly and even though she'd already understood at some level that not moving meant the pain wasn't as strong, Alison turned to try and look around, to see if the room was as blank and featureless as it had been before. However long she'd been here, of which she had no idea.
Amanda could have kicked herself. Of course she couldn't hear anything. Sound would kill her, at this point. Instead she came right up to the edge of Alison's bed, careful not to touch her - the woman's aura was screaming with pain, even without Amanda trying to see it. She waved her hand into Alison's field of vision, hoping she was with it enough to notice. Healings were so much more easier when the person knew what you were doing. And she didn't have the power for a fight; already her shield was crackling around the edges as light battered it.
A different light flared at her, blue instead of white hot and Alison flinched away from it, inhaling quickly at the reaction the motion drew from her body. The ache of the cuts in her skin or her ankle were lost in the pain and she never noticed one of the deeper claw marks oozing blood for a heartbeat, before it started to slowly vaporize in the heat she was still generating. Forcing herself to keep still she stared at the bluish light, eyes wide - there was no fear though. The motion had been noticed and she was slowly trying to make sense of it, the new change to the patterns of light within and without.
Staring at her hand - that was good. Good enough, any way. Amanda didn't think Alison was even capable of talking right now. She glanced over the woman's naked form, taking in the many cuts and abrasions that were not so much darker as less-bright lines against the intensely glowing skin. Concentrate on those, not the rest, she told herself, knowing there was no way in hell, she had enough power to deal with the degree of nerve damage that had been done. She only hoped that the healing would stick, with Alison still white-hot and all.
Closing her eyes (the light was still bright against her closed lids) and gritting her teeth, Amanda spread her hands over Alison, just short of touching, and let loose with the healing spell, concentrating on what were really the minor hurts, in the scheme of things, but which couldn't go untended
Her lips moved silently although Alison wasn't saying anything intelligible, really - pure reflex, a brief moistening of her lips. Flesh started to knit raggedly under the influence of the healing magic, the cuts slowly diminishing if not disappearing entirely, the swelling and bruising of her side and ankle fading to something far less noticeable as well. The re-arrangement of skin and muscle drew a faint whimper from Alison which went unheard in the sound dampened room.
It was like her mind was on fire... Amanda echoed Alison's silent whimper, unable to handle the sheer volume of the pain the woman was going through, would continue to go through. She pushed the spell as far as she could, but then her shielding started to waver, and the heat was become uncomfortable. At last she cut the spell off, panting slightly, for a moment just remembering how to breathe.
The blue light was gone from her field of vision and for a moment the tide receded and Alison knew, actually knew for the briefest moment where she was. The medlab. She heard nothing as she said the word, or tried to perhaps and her awareness soon faded to be replaced by light once more.
Amanda caught the flicker of awareness in Alison's eyes, the movement of her lips as she tried to frame the word, and glanced back at the window where she could make out the white blur that was Madelyn, watching her. She nodded, and Madelyn gave her a relieved nod in return, the message given and received: ~She'll make it.~
There wasn't anything else to be done, to do - she couldn't even touch Alison's hand, reassure her she wasn't alone, for the pain it would cause. And words fell into white noise, less than meaningless. '~Good journey, sister,~' Amanda thought at the older woman, pushing the words with all the power she had spare - not much, but at least it made her feel better.
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