Lissa Dragomir (thequeenv) wrote in breakwaterpoint, @ 2014-07-16 17:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | caleb rivers, lissa dragomir |
Who: Lissa and Caleb
When: Nowish?
Where: The Hospital Emergency Room
What: I'm creating a plot here cause I'm bored and I can
Warnings: Cutting/Self harm, injured babies
All day long during her shift at the NICU Lissa had been hearing about the injuries that had been piling into the ER at an alarming rate. While she tried to catch bits and pieces of gossip from the nurses where she could, most of the doctors and nurses that worked in the NICU were cut off from the Emergency Room as well and were getting their gossip from friends who were busy at work down there. Lissa didn't think too much of it. Breakwater Point was an interesting town and there was always someone or something out there looking to hurt and hunt them down. She didn't think much of it until a baby was admitted to the floor in such horrendous shape that Lissa's heart broke as it was wheeled past her. The baby was covered in deep gouges and scratches. It was no small miracle that the baby was even alive.
Lissa used compulsion to talk the nurses and doctors out of the baby's room. The tiny gurney revealed that his name was Jeremy. She whispered his name in soft soothing tones, her voice taking effect on even one so small. She had never tried compulsion on a baby before, it was a very strange feeling. She could feel the Spirit hovering around her as she easily filtered it into something useable. The baby didn't connect to her compulsion the way an adult would but Jeremy immediately hushed, comforted by Lissa's presence. She reached down and took hold of his tiny hand and filtered more of her magic through her hand and into his. It was like a soothing cool waterfall from her skin to his and she watched with some amazement, a small smile gracing her beautiful mouth as the baby healed.
"You're alright now," she whispered to the little darling before leaving him once again to the care of his nurses and doctors. For the rest of her shift she wondered at what could do something to such a harmless little thing. What or who would hurt a baby like that? There was a bevy of supernatural beings in Breakwater Point but Lissa was fairly certain that those marks hadn't been made by any kind of a vampire. A werewolf was a more likely suspect but she hoped that it wasn't the case. With all of the drama between hunters and the supernatural, she would hate to see anything else break the tenuous trust between the two groups. Perhaps she would get in touch with The Winchesters herself after this to offer her help. She did not know them well but thought that maybe they would respond to kindness better than any kind of aloof behavior which might imply guilt.
Once her shift was over she walked down to the ER to see if she could be of assistance down there. Immediately she realized that the rumors had been grossly understated. The ER was buzzing with activities. Doctors and nurses shouted to one another as Environmental Services struggled to keep the blood soaked floor clean. People cried in waiting room chairs while other victims were forced to wait despite their grievous injuries for those who were even more badly injured. Lissa decided to start there.
She knelt in front of one couple, folding her extraordinary height down so that she was eye level with a woman who was holding her hand over her face. Lissa could see the blood dripping between her fingers. Her husband, Lissa presumed, was sitting next to her trying to soothe her with his hand rubbing her back gently.
"Hello. I'm Lissa. Can I see the injury?" she asked, a hint of compulsion in her voice. Lissa had always been influential whether she was intentionally using Spirit or not. But even she had to pry the woman's hand away and she could see why. The claw marks went deep. This was no superficial wound and yet she was being asked to wait. Lissa could almost feel her vibrating with pain and fear. "Who did this?" she demanded in a cold voice.
"I don't know. It happened so fast," the woman's husband explained. "Are you a doctor? Can you help her?"
"Yes," Lissa replied confidently. "It doesn't look that bad actually." She reached out and touched the side of the woman's face near the wound. She could feel the Spirit swell up inside of her and then come cascading out through the magic touch of her fingers. "I think it's fine. You should be able to take her home."
"What-" The woman started as she pressed her fingers back to the wound which was now just a bloody patch of skin. "How did-"
"I told you it wasn't that bad. Now go home and stay inside and be safe," she said before moving onto the next patient.
The Moroi Queen spent far too long in the ER helping patients were being forced to wait for doctors or nurses who couldn't help as much as Lissa could. She could feel herself beginning to wear when she snapped at one patient for sneezing while she was trying to wield Spirit. She had to walk away but she simply couldn't. She had to keep going even at the risk of her own sanity. Lissa was fully aware of what happened to most Spirit using Moroi. They either ended up dead or insane and neither sounded very pleasant to her and yet she still refused to walk away. She listened to the patients and their loved ones begin to unfold a story of woolen furry beasts bearing down on them in surprise and slashing with claws, gnashing with teeth. It all sounded like werewolves to Lissa but even she could admit that she was no expert on all of the supernatural creatures this world had to offer.
She had helped more than half of the patients who were waiting when her slumped shoulders began to bear down on her a little too hard. She tripped, struggling over her own feet like a newborn fawn taking it's first tentative steps. Lissa knew that she had to find a release and she had to find one now or she may as well go and admit herself to Psych right away. It was easy to steal a scalpel from one of the doctor's trays. It was even easy to disappear into the restroom and fold herself into the corner. She didn't feel any kind of release until the sharp edge of the scalpel broke the skin on her thumb. She pushed it in deeper, forcing more little red beads of blood to pop to the surface. It was just a little cut but the temptation to make deeper, larger cuts was too great. Her hand that held the scalpel shook as she recalled the baby covered in claw marks. Who? Who would do such a thing? The Vampire Queen demanded to know but she found once again that her newfound power was useless in this dimension. She wasn't a queen of anyone, she didn't even have any of her people here. She only had this scalpel, her magic and the blood. It was always about blood.