Helen Magnus (britishcharm) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-06 03:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, helen magnus |
Who: Helen Magnus (narrative) + dream cast
What: Dreams.
When: Early the morning after this.
Where: Her house.
Rating: PG-13; pain, fear, NEEDLES
Status: Complete.
They had taken great care to make certain they would not be interrupted, that their experiment would be carried out away from prying eyes. The serum was of her design, and she had already resigned herself to being the first injected. She refused to have it any other way.
It was Nigel who spoke up first, easily masking his concern in his typical manner, "You don’t have to go first. John or I could have a go to start."
"He’s right. No need for unnecessary heroics. The side effects are completely unknown," James warned.
Tamping down her nerves, she smiled weakly. "Thank you, Gentleman, but this experiment was of my design. I shall be the one to prove its worth."
Then John was beside her, taking her hand in his, and for a brief moment, the anxiety she was trying so desperately to hide subsided. "Helen, you're certain?"
In truth she was far from certain, but they had come too far. And when had she ever let risk prevent her from achieving whatever it was she had set her mind to doing?
"We've risked too much to turn back now. We need to know."
Then Nikola was injecting the blood. Seconds later, the pain hit, ripping through her like fire, and she could do little more than gasp as she reaches blindly for Nikola's hand as well, grasping it tightly.
Helen shot upright with a sharp gasp, fumbling with the blanket she was wrapped in. Breathing heavily, she clutched at the material until her hands cramped and her knuckles turned white, caught somewhere between pain and fear.
As reality started to filter through, a number of things became apparent, fear fading into confusion. She wasn't in her bed, but rather stretched across her sofa. Further inspection confirmed that she was also still in the previous evening's clothing. Blinking slowly, she tried to remember how she had ended up sleeping on the couch.
She remembered Varric telling her a story, and then? Frowning slightly, she tucked herself into a corner, wrapping the blanket more tightly around her.