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03.Apr.12, 08:36 AM
Her shirt! Her shirt had gone Between! The realization hit Jada like a clay brick when she stared up at the fact that there were currently no female faces she recognized around her body. There were one or two, but why- wha? "Gon draaai? Wha?" Gonna drain? What? "Bahbah, Lk'ed." Her eyes drifted to Talian, who was lifting her arm. "Nor colder, Ayen." No cold water, Talian! She'd had enough of that! She needed a blanket, she was cold enough already. The heat coursed through her veins, fire and fever. The Healer lifted her arm, and she moaned through dry lips as he- "Ahhhh!" her cry was louder this time, pained. What was he doing?! That hurt! It burned, and she cried out- surging upwards into R'nd's hands. "Nononono." It hurt, and it stank, and she was going to be sick.
The sweet little words of B'jin and R'nd went terribly unappreciated as the Harper made the loudest noise she'd made in days, a shriek of pain as the knife opened back up infected wounds. Why was he so sharding strong? Her spine arched, and she keened, but between Talian's grip and the superior strength of R'nd, Jada wasn't able to pull away. "Val!" she tried again, beseeching him. He was the closest thing she had to family. He wouldn't let them hurt her anymore. Not for- The smell made her gag; and the fact she was shirtless! "Ow!" Out! Her free arm pointed towards the area, then fell limp to her side as she almost-
Krypth is waiting for you, Jada. She'll be terribly upset if you fall asleep before her, you know, so you should stay awake. the voice was mild, invasive. Jada didn't like the owner anymore, she'd changed her mind.
So many people wanted to be here, but she didn't want all those people she didn't know still staring. Not when her shirt had gone Between. R'nd and B'jin were on the ignore list, for they were wicked souls. Valerian was okay, he could stay. Talian should leave, but he was the doctor. How to deal with Allendris? "Val," she asked again, "'ing fa me?" Sing for me? It would make her feel better.
Her hand dropped to the side, fingers twitching. "Oo boy, Vy." she told the bronze, not intending on being patronizing, but more reassuring.
And then she screamed again, arching her midsection off the table (since she couldn't move anything else) as Talian hit a particularly... painful part of his treatment.
The sweet little words of B'jin and R'nd went terribly unappreciated as the Harper made the loudest noise she'd made in days, a shriek of pain as the knife opened back up infected wounds. Why was he so sharding strong? Her spine arched, and she keened, but between Talian's grip and the superior strength of R'nd, Jada wasn't able to pull away. "Val!" she tried again, beseeching him. He was the closest thing she had to family. He wouldn't let them hurt her anymore. Not for- The smell made her gag; and the fact she was shirtless! "Ow!" Out! Her free arm pointed towards the area, then fell limp to her side as she almost-
Krypth is waiting for you, Jada. She'll be terribly upset if you fall asleep before her, you know, so you should stay awake. the voice was mild, invasive. Jada didn't like the owner anymore, she'd changed her mind.
So many people wanted to be here, but she didn't want all those people she didn't know still staring. Not when her shirt had gone Between. R'nd and B'jin were on the ignore list, for they were wicked souls. Valerian was okay, he could stay. Talian should leave, but he was the doctor. How to deal with Allendris? "Val," she asked again, "'ing fa me?" Sing for me? It would make her feel better.
Her hand dropped to the side, fingers twitching. "Oo boy, Vy." she told the bronze, not intending on being patronizing, but more reassuring.
And then she screamed again, arching her midsection off the table (since she couldn't move anything else) as Talian hit a particularly... painful part of his treatment.
