The Fractal's Curse
Posted on Wed Jun 21st, 2017 @ 9:33am by Civilian Jonathon Harrison & Civilian Tamar Todd & Senior Headmaster Absynthe "Syn" Drake & Freshman Sean Edwin Ph.D & Category IV Dyami Bentley (Tribal: Bent Leaf)
Location: Medical Wing, Townsend Tower - Atlanta, Georgia
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 15 January 2012
A portal opened up suddenly in the middle of the hallway in the medical wing of Townsend Tower. Within moments, Dyami stepped through, carrying two people as though they were weightless. Jon was covered in blood, one leg limp and cinched off with a belt, clutching Bethany to him as she barely clung to life. The green-eyed brawler’s entire right arm and shoulder were bare, the clothing appearing to have been burned away. She was bloody and unconscious, her body desperately struggling for air.
“Medic!” Dyami shouted. “I have two gravely injured and need help immediately!” The Indian shaman then carried the two injured friends into the nearest open room and set them down on the bed.
“I knew it. Damn, I knew it. Stupid kids had to run off. I swear if Aiden comes back dead...” Seamus muttered as he came around the corner. Two nurses and an orderly was on his heels. “Nurse, see to her. I’ll check him,” Seamus told one of the female nurses. It was safer, in case she woke up.
Dyami interrupted Seamus, “You cannot separate them at this time. If you do, Beth will die. I have bound her life force to Jon. As long as he draws breath, so will she. You will need to stabilize her before she can be moved.”
“That’s… Damn, that’s smart.” Seamus blinked. “Alright, you heard the man. We stabilize her. One of you has to monitor him. When Matthew gets here, have him keep an eye on Harrison, or we lose them both.
The medical doors slid open and Matthew and Tamar hurried in. Matthew nearly doubled over in pain and Tamar caught her little brother, helping keep him on his feet.
“Ya okay, Matt?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ll manage,” Matthew said, gritting his teeth. “Where do you need me?”
“We have to stabilize Beth, but her life force is now tied to Jon’s. He’s losing blood still and we need to keep him alive, or we lose both. I’ve got my work cut out here, so keeping Jon alive is your main priority.”
“I can do that,” Matthew nodded.
Tamar helped him over to Jon.
Matthew frowned as he looked the older man over. “I don’t think I can save the leg,” Matthew said, paling. “It’s mangled, and has been cut off from blood too long. If I had more power…”
“Do what ya can, Matt,” Tamar said. “Ah’ll go get ya your snacks.” She pulled up a chair for him to sit in.
Matthew nodded. As his sister went to the storeroom, he put his hands on Jon’s leg and let his power flow.
The Indian shaman announced, “I will go get a couple more rooms ready. There are more injured coming soon. I will leave you to your task.”
“How many is more?” Seamus asked without looking at the shaman.
“Three more, but from what I could tell they are not as bad off as these two,” Dyami said, motioning to Jon and Beth. “I will be close if you need me,” he informed them while leaving the room.
“When it rains it pours,” Seamus said as he looked over Beth. He could see a makeshift stent below her collarbone. The poor girl had been through seven miles of hell, and just under a month from the last seven miles of hell.
“Alright everyone, one step at a time. Matthew, you get tired, you say something.” Seamus turned his full attention to the young girl.
“That’s why Ah’m heah,” Tamar said, coming back with arms full of energy bars and protein shakes for her brother.
Matt gave a wry smile.
“Don’t...Don’t take my leg…” Jon murmured before he slipped into the blessed unconsciousness under the weight of blood loss and Bethany’s pain.
Matt gave Tamar a sad look.
“Do yer best,” she said.
Seamus took the stethoscope from his shoulder and placed the ear buds in his ear, then he placed the frigid metal on Beth’s skin just over her lung. After listening for a moment, he moved it to the other one and listened there. “Damn,” he whispered. “Bring in Scrub. We need to remove this and have her cleanse the spot it was in. Sounds like one lung is working. We also need to look at that laceration on her shoulder. Looks like she stitched that herself.” He shook his head. “She’s pale and gaunt again, so she’s lost whatever light she had stored. Again.” He wanted to tell her she was being reckless, yet she was in no position to hear him. “OG, send a message to Sean. I’m sure he was working on something for her photonic powers. Wake him if you need to, but tell him under no circumstances is he to enter this area of the medical bay.”
“Right away, Doctor Edwin,” OG said, her voice professional even though she wasn’t normally so formal. The condition of the two patients was grim, and while she had the utmost of confidence in their healers, she was also concerned.
Seamus went quiet, only speaking to the people working on Beth with him. Another person in scrubs came jogging into where they were.
“You rang?” she asked.
“Scrub, we need you to disinfect all of her wounds. Her life force is tied to that man, so don’t separate their hands. Not quite yet,” Seamus told her. “I need to focus on what I’m doing here. When you’re done, cleanse Jon, but don’t interrupt Matthew and his work.”
Seamus turned to his work once again. It took him a few minutes to remove all of the pen. He wanted to make sure that nothing was left inside. “Okay. We’ll do this in steps. Her shoulder, then her lungs, then I need a sandwich. She lost a lot of blood so we need to check on what type she has. It’s on file. And prepare to give her a transfusion.”
After several minutes, Matthew slumped back from Jon. Tamar handed him an energy bar and protein shake. “Thanks,” he murmured, eating and drinking hungrily as he waited for his energy to recharge. He rubbed his leg, wincing in pain. “I’ve closed off the artery,” he said, and shut down some nerves to block off the pain. Still not sure I can fix that leg before it starts necrotizing,” he admitted.
“There’s only so much we can do,” Seamus told him. “Scrub will help. When Beth is stable, we’ll focus on Jon. He’s the heart for both of them right now.”
Seamus closed his eyes and placed his hands on Beth’s skin, one over her shoulder, one over her injured lung. Then he focused his powers. He knew he was tired, but if they could get her lung reinflated then half the battle would be over.
Slowly the wound on her shoulder began to seal. As it did, the nurses removed the homemade stitches. This caused Seamus to put a little more power into his work. Normally this wouldn't take long. But Seamus had been up for most of the day. The call to bring him there had interrupted his sleep. Plus it had been hours since he last ate.
As the wound on her shoulder sealed, the space near her collarbone began to close at a slower rate. Internally Seamus was focusing his power to reach to her lung. He had to heal that or nothing they did now would matter. He could feel it regrowing around the puncture. Closing it would be easy. Getting air back in and making sure it worked right, that was hard.
Seamus could feel the wound on her shoulder completely close. He took his hand and moved it to join his other, just over her lung. “Alright. You’re too much of a fighter to just give up, you hear me, Beth?” he asked out loud, knowing she had no way to hear or answer him.
He kept up on his healing. The lung had to be good before he let go of her. The rest could be taken care of later. Finally, after several minutes, with sweat on his brow, Seamus took a step back. “I believe the lung is ready to be reinflated. We’re going to need to be careful, though. No point in ripping her lung again.”
“Do you need my help?” Matthew asked, finishing his snack and standing, a bit wobbly. Tamar steadied him. “Dyami said there were others coming?”
As though uttering her name had summoned her, the door opened and Syn stepped inside, still covered in her nano save for her head. She looked at the people there and nodded, then said, “There are two more with injuries. Two females. One looks like she was beaten, the other is with child and suffering from a concussion. And we have a newly awakened meta on our hands as well. I sent him to a danger room since I had to trick him and sedate him. Others are seeing to them. Please tell me that things are going well here?”
“Things are going slowly, Syn,” Seamus replied. “We can’t tax ourselves too much, or anything we do is pointless. We need to see to Jon’s leg and Beth’s lung needs to be reinflated.
“Please don’t overtax yourselves. See to it that they’re out of danger, but take the time that you need,” the headmistress agreed. “It’s not like we’re sending them back out somewhere anytime soon. I’m half tempted to tell you to keep them sedated for a few days once they’re stable enough to handle it.”
“I don’t think we are going to be able to save Mr. Harrison’s leg, Miss Syn,” Matthew told the headmistress. “I have him stabilized and sedated, but there was a lot of blood loss and it was cut off for too long, and frostbitten.”
Syn sighed. “I wish they would have asked for help,” she muttered. “You can only do what you can for him. Life over limb. We’ll deal with the aftermath later.” She gave Matthew a gentle smile. “Even we aren’t gods. Things don’t always work out the way that we want them to.”
Matthew nodded. He put his hands on Bethany then, taking some of the strain from Seamus as he added his power to healing Bethany’s lung.
“She’s right. We get them stable, we can rest and come back for a second wave of healing,” Seamus said as he leaned against the wall. “We’ve got more to work on, so we’re not setting any healing records today.”
Absynthe “Syn” Drake
Headmistress, Townsend Academy
NPC Xander Carlisle
NPC Xander Carlisle
NPC Xander Carlisle
NPC Sean Edwin