Post by Lillian Gray on Aug 18, 2014 23:32:20 GMT -6
"What the hell did she do?" Doctor Freemont snapped. "Get rammed by a bull on the deck? Her lung is punctured, ribs broken again, Captain, what just happened?"
The truth was far simpler than any lie or uncertainty. Jessie had done this to herself, but she wasn't able to admit it in her state. Her skin was white as the table, glistening with sweat from the torture she was putting herself through. All to hide a simple little lie, that she was in fact fine. Now all she'd done was spiral the situation out of her control. What if she died? The warning echoed in her head.
"Never stop." She murmured quietly, gripping her chest.
The Doctor pulled her hand aside, resorting to quick response rather than the right one. She pushed Dael and Quinn out of her way and stood on her toes so she could lay her hands flat on Jessie's chest. The latter screamed when the pressure met her broken bones, but soon enough she could feel the twisting bone and flesh working its way back together. It was just a quick repair, though, she could feel it.
"Theresea?" The woman asked, pulling a small light from her pocket, flashing it across her eyes. "Are you with me?"
"Never..." Jessie mumbled. "I'm, yes, I think. It hurts."
"Good, I thought I'd lost you for a second." She admitted. "And yes it's going to hurt, that...that might have been my fault. The original hold I had on your bones must have come apart. Strange, like the bioalchemy came apart." The Doctor was embarrassed to admit the failure, but she had to admit it in order to get over it.
Jessie rolled on her side against the Doctors wishes, but a second later spit up a fair amount of blood onto the floor. The remains of the process of a broken body. She still didn't feel whole.
I'm an idiot, an idiot! Clint is never going to let me live this one down.
"Hey, get out, now!" Freemont ordered her Captain. "At least take a step back, giver her some air."
The truth was far simpler than any lie or uncertainty. Jessie had done this to herself, but she wasn't able to admit it in her state. Her skin was white as the table, glistening with sweat from the torture she was putting herself through. All to hide a simple little lie, that she was in fact fine. Now all she'd done was spiral the situation out of her control. What if she died? The warning echoed in her head.
"Never stop." She murmured quietly, gripping her chest.
The Doctor pulled her hand aside, resorting to quick response rather than the right one. She pushed Dael and Quinn out of her way and stood on her toes so she could lay her hands flat on Jessie's chest. The latter screamed when the pressure met her broken bones, but soon enough she could feel the twisting bone and flesh working its way back together. It was just a quick repair, though, she could feel it.
"Theresea?" The woman asked, pulling a small light from her pocket, flashing it across her eyes. "Are you with me?"
"Never..." Jessie mumbled. "I'm, yes, I think. It hurts."
"Good, I thought I'd lost you for a second." She admitted. "And yes it's going to hurt, that...that might have been my fault. The original hold I had on your bones must have come apart. Strange, like the bioalchemy came apart." The Doctor was embarrassed to admit the failure, but she had to admit it in order to get over it.
Jessie rolled on her side against the Doctors wishes, but a second later spit up a fair amount of blood onto the floor. The remains of the process of a broken body. She still didn't feel whole.
I'm an idiot, an idiot! Clint is never going to let me live this one down.
"Hey, get out, now!" Freemont ordered her Captain. "At least take a step back, giver her some air."
yaaaaay Clint bears <3