lascivo (lascivo) wrote in downfallrpg, @ 2010-06-21 18:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2015-09-10, carson, carson and terry, terry |
Who: Terry and Carson
Where: Terry's room
When: Day 20, mid morning
It'd been a few days since Carson last left the hotel. After she, Joyce, and KJ had discovered the building full of supplies and another two survivors, Carson had returned to her bedroom. She didn't leave it much other than to get food. This wasn't necessarily because she wanted to avoid human interaction, she didn't want anybody to see the new marks on her body every day. It was becoming ritual for her to wake up in pain then have to relax herself almost like meditation. She was getting better at it though. Before she could only close the wounds, but now they were healing to the point it looked like they were two weeks old. Those faint marks though were still obvious and new to anybody who might be paying attention. So Carson wore full coverage clothes (something new for her) any time she was going to be around others. Although she'd had that moment of honesty with Aiden, she felt lucky to have not seen him around. In fact from a few casual conversations in the kitchen or halls she was discovering Aiden certainly wasn't the only special person. This was also her brief source of hearing what was going on with other survivors. Next to John, Terry was the only person Carson had spent a length of time with. Sure it had just been some sweaty fun, but the man was charming and this encounter had created a soft spot in her. Admittedly this soft spot probably stemmed from the fact that he was still the only one she'd been with since the disaster. Once she heard about his condition though she suddenly felt guilty. She was injured daily and somehow managed to fix herself. It seemed wrong that this nice man was in such bad condition and he couldn't heal just as easily. Carson stiffly pulled a sweater over her head and stared at herself in the mirror. Those usually brown eyes had changed to a gray-blue; this was a fluke that had been happening recently. To her it seemed to be a sign that morning. With her mind set she left her room and headed for Terry's. That strange confidence she had moments ago suddenly dissipated when her knuckles finished tapping on the door.
Terry felt in a blur of pain and pain-killers, not having been awake for long periods at a time since the accident, and not sure what was going to happen with him. A full day had passed without the appearance of this supposed healer that had been promised, and he wondered in a sort of dreamlike way if they would be coming at all. It seemed hopeless... and he wasn't sure how he would pull through this. He turned his head when there was a knock on the door, blinking, trying to stay concentrated. "Come in," he managed, but the expansion of his lungs took its toll, his body shaking with the sensation of pain.
With a deep inhale Carson cracked the door open, still hesitant about visiting the man. She put on a tight smile, knowing a full out grin would be inappropriate given the circumstances. Terry probably didn’t feel much like smiling. “Hey,” she said quietly. Since their moment of fun she hadn’t seen much of Terry. Like most people she fooled around with she was completely casual around him and regarded him as just another person in the building. In other words, she wasn’t the most likely individual to pay a visit. She entered the room and closed the door behind her slowly as if any loud noise might cause Terry pain. “I came to see how you are.” Carson reeked of awkwardness; when it came to anything sexual she was full of confidence because she knew she had talent there.
Terry was honestly surprised to see Carson's face, if only because they hadn't interacted much since their... morning interaction a few days ago. He returned her small smile, though it was mostly forced, barely holding back the expression of pain. "As... good as possible," he answered, closing his eyes to swallow hard afterward. This wasn't easy to tolerate. The pain was what he'd felt as a teenager after his incident, reminiscent of the day he'd been rushed to the hospital and put under immediately. This so much different than that day... this was so much worse. The pain was constant, never ending, overwhelming. He'd seen various faces throughout the day, though he could only remember a small handful of them.
As soon as she saw him grimace her body took action by closing the gap between them and she knelt beside him. The movement even surprised her; it seemed so maternal it was bizarre. Worry was etched on her face as one hand hovered near Terry. Carson was obviously afraid to make direct contact (quite the opposite of what they did before). “What happened…exactly? I’ve only heard rumors, nothing real concrete.” If it was all internal she hadn’t a clue if she’d be able to help him. So far the injuries she’d inflicted on herself were all external. She wasn’t sure if she could do anything internal; then again, this whole thing was an experiment.
He watched as she flew across the room toward him, surprised to see the level of concern there. Terry wasn't sure why, but he hadn't expected it. "I... fell," he explained to her, swallowing against dryness in his throat. He was incredibly uncomfortable, in a lot of pain. Speaking wasn't easy. "Fell when I was flying... there was a man there, that could shut off powers... I guess... that's what they're saying happened. I don't actually... remember very much." Terry paused, taking in a slow breath as he closed his eyes. It took a lot of effort to even be conscious, so speaking to Carson wasn't sure to last long.
“You were…flying…” It wasn’t a question, but she felt that she had to say it herself. Was he like Superman or did he sprout wings? She certainly hadn’t seen any wings on him before. And she’d really familiarized herself with that body. Absorbing that bit of information had distracted her from Terry’s obvious pain. “This powers thing is news to me. I didn’t know, until Aiden,” she assumed he knew about Aiden’s arrival and what the man’s talent was. “That’s part of the reason I’m here.” Her throat was stiffening as every word came out. She took in a breath and let it out slowly before continuing. Just like a body of cold water, she simply had to dive in and did so by speaking quickly. “Lately I’ve been getting hurt. Almost every day brings a new injury,” a small shrug as if it meant nothing, “but after I’m hurt I relax myself and then I heal somehow. I’ve gotten better at it too.” Carson yanked one of her sweater sleeves up to expose her forearm. There were light marks on the skin where it looked like old cuts had been weeks earlier. Some were still pink while others almost gone completely. “After I heard about you, I started to wonder if I could…help.” After having spat out all the other words she had to force out the last one.
Terry recalled the short time they'd spent together days ago, the memory sort of a blur in his current state. He thought of that as she talked to him, only because it was curious to him that she was here. It had seemed like such a fleeting interaction, and he really hadn't expected anything else out of her. Yet here she was, concerned and explaining something to him. "Getting hurt," he repeated, trying to make sense of that. When she pulled her sweater sleeve up, Terry's eyes were drawn to it, the cuts that seemed self inflicted, but... it was strange. She was saying that they just... appeared, and then were healed. "Well," he said, closing his eyes a moment, "there's no sense in telling you no before you've even tried it."
Now Carson didn’t have a clue what to do. Part of her had hoped he’d refuse the offer or think she was just crazy. She nodded slightly, unsure even what to say. “Where exactly is the injury? To make it clear, I’m not sure what I’m doing…We just have to be hopeful.” Carson glanced down at her still exposed arm then back up at Terry, “At the very least, it shouldn’t hurt. I always get a warm tingly sensation.” While listening to Terry’s response she tried to focus on calming her nerves. If she lifted her hand it’d be shaking. If there was any chance of this working, she had to calm down first.
"My back," he said to her, shaking his head twice, slowly. He wasn't sure exactly what damage had been done, or how extensive it was. "I can't feel my legs..." Terry swallowed hard, knowing that if they didn't figure this out, he was unlikely to ever walk again. He had been through a very similar situation before, and had heard a lot about back injuries and nerves and surgeries. Hopefully these people that had showed up to help them would be back, and they would bring a healer that could take care of anything Carson was unable to touch. "Whatever you need to do... it can't possibly be worse than how I'm feeling right now."
The last comment brought a tiny nervous smile to her face but hearing about how hurt he was tightened her stomach in a most unpleasant way. It was a lot of pressure, almost too much to bear. She was going to attempt to heal a spine, the nerves in a spine no less. Carson had never been one for biology, but she was aware that the nervous system was incredibly complex. “Ok,” she said more to herself than Terry. Every part of her felt tight as she leaned in closer to him, “I don’t want to move you…it could cause more damage.” Holding her breath she carefully crawled onto the bed, trying not to shift the man even a millimeter. Carson put a knee on each side of Terry and was positioned over his thighs. Given this was all new to her, she wasn’t going to bother trying to explain everything she did since she wasn’t even sure what that was. With tender care she pulled any blankets and his clothing out of the way. Direct skin contact seemed to make the most sense. She slipped her fingers under his sides just at the bottom of his ribs. “Just try to relax.” Although she was straddling Terry, for once Carson did not feel any lust; she was too nervous for that. Her fingertips finally were touching the bumps of his spine and she closed her eyes to focus.
Terry watched her as she moved to climb onto the bed, about to protest when he realized she was moving to position herself over him, reaching down to take away the blankets. It was definitely a little uncomfortable, considering what they'd done the last time they'd encountered each other, but... common sense told him to wait, see what this was all about. As her fingers slipped underneath him, Terry closed his eyes, the pain returning and intensifying when she moved him. It was very slight, but it still counted. He retrained from saying anything, attempting to take in a slow breath to try and calm himself. With a slow nod, Terry did his best to follow her directions. If she could really do this, he wanted to give her the best chance at success. The last thing Terry wanted was to be crippled for the rest of his life -- which would be short if his fever didn't subside soon.
Slow your breathing. You can help him. Be useful for once. These thoughts managed to sooth her ever so slightly. She could feel Terry trying to relax himself, but she didn’t expect much to come of it. Who could be completely relaxed when suffering constant pain and anxiety of ever walking again? His skin was hot to the touch with a bit of sweat; again, this was familiar. None of Carson’s weight was on him though as she steadied herself. It was odd to be doing it this way. So far she’d healed herself while laying down and sitting up. She’d never guessed this was how it’d have to be done one day. The idea of it was similar to meditation. For a brief moment Carson’s mind wandered to how she still liked the feeling of Terry’s skin. It was in that second her fingertips suddenly felt hot but she did not pull away. Her instinct told her to, but she couldn’t. The heat traveled from her fingertips to her palms. When it reached the veins in her wrists the heat suddenly had an electrical charge. It was almost like static electricity except continuous as it began to pulse into her chest. An awareness swept over her; without moving her hands she could feel this man’s entire spine. There it was. Something out of place ever so slightly, but it was crippling. Carson pushed that electricity out of herself, down into Terry. As if it were her own hands, the energy caressed the injured bone, easing it back to its rightful place. She wrapped the energy around the vertebrae and it seeped inside to find the spinal cord. Without medical knowledge she didn’t know how to describe the damage, but it was red and contorted. Almost like a gentle massage she sent the electricity into it. Carson realized then her chest was tightening at an alarming rate. Too much…it was too much to handle. All the energy suddenly released and the woman rolled away from Terry and collapsed onto the bed next to him, breathing heavily with a bead of sweat rolling down her temple.
Terry waited in a state of incredible tension as Carson fell silent, still for a long time as she focused on him. It was unnerving, despite his best efforts to relax, to let her do what she needed. He felt it then, though -- something in his spine, a strange sort of vibration, fuzzy, warm almost... it was vaguely electrical somehow, and he let out a tiny gasp at it, eyes coming open to stare at the ceiling. He could feel her inside of him somehow, her presence distinct, if not easy to explain. By the time she had pulled away he was reeling from it, the effects of it, the subsiding of pain that wasn't as bad, the damage that had been partially repaired... somehow. However Carson had done it, it didn't matter. Terry knew he wasn't completely healed, knew that standing right now would be a poor decision... but there had been a change, and as he closed his eyes again he drew in a deep breath. A wave of relief filled his chest and moved through him, muscles relaxing, his heart slowing down. "Thank you," he whispered, knowing she would hear him as she laid next to him on the mattress. Terry really had no idea how deeply her powers may have weakened her, simply waiting for some kind of response or movement. "If... if those others don't come back... maybe you could try again in a day, after you're..." ...rested?
Her heart had been pounding when she’d hit the bed, but after breathing heavily for a few moments it was slowing down. Carson felt absolutely drained. In strange way though it had given her a rush. Hell, she thought sex was intimate? She could have just violated the man’s organs if she’d wanted to. A tired smile came over her and a few tight chuckles escaped through the ragged breathing. “I’d be happy to,” she barely managed to say. This feeling she had was something like intoxication; she felt tired but giddy at the same time. She so badly wanted to start prodding at Terry to find out if she’d really helped him. But she needed a few more minutes for herself. It was rather amusing how the last time she and Terry had been in a bed she had quickly dressed and went on with the day. This time she was actually sticking around because if she sat up too quickly she’d probably get a terrible head rush. Her breathing was returning to regular thankfully. “So do you feel any different?”
Watching as Carson relaxed, Terry considered just what she had done for him, grateful for it but a little intimidated on the same stroke. She could have done him harm, had she not been focused right... but it seemed better. No. It was better. Definitely. He took in another deep breath, his fists tensing and relaxing a few times as though it would help him to gauge how his body had healed. "Yes," he told her quietly, a bit of a vague smile on his lips. "I do feel better... not... entirely well, but better. And that's... really, all I could ask for. The pain isn't as distinct anymore..." Terry let out a long breath, eyelids fluttering closed briefly. "I think a little more of that... and I'd probably be able to get back up again. I don't know, though, and... I don't want you to push yourself. I'm not asking you to do it now." He wanted that to be perfectly clear. His health was not more important than hers, ever, for any reason.
Carson patiently awaited his response, figuring he wouldn’t be able to suddenly jump onto his feet and start doing cartwheels. Even if she didn’t help at all, she just hoped she didn’t hurt him more. She was fairly certain that wasn’t the case. What she had felt, what she had been doing, did not feel destructive. It was invigorating though…having someone’s life in your hands. It was incredible to feel this power so suddenly. With her breathing back to regular it was her thoughts that were fueling the high. Through a bit of fogs she heard his quiet voice. Carson was grinning, almost beaming now. She had actually managed to help him. “I don’t think I could do it again right now. I’ll come back as soon as I can, unless those strangers can do something for you,” if there was a tiny bit of resentment in her voice, it was genuine. She’d just discovered something incredible and there was already somebody threatening to take over. But she didn’t want Terry to know her thoughts on the matter so she perked back up, “Hopefully they can help when they get here. I’ve heard people talking, saying a healer’s coming.” She’d also heard people’s doubts that these survivors would come at all. Carson doubted it too, but she had to be positive for Terry’s sake. If nothing else, she’d try to get him back on his feet.
"No, come back when you can... later. If those other people don't come back, and the promise of a healer isn't true... I might ask you to try again." Terry offered her a bit of a smile, his eyes grateful without question. She didn't have to come and do this, and nobody had asked her directly. Nobody had even really known what she was capable of until just now, anyway. It was a relief, knowing that they would have this around if they needed it. Carson was so good to offer it up so willingly. He blinked a few times quietly, licked his lips and asked her, "How are you doing?" as though he hadn't just suffered some of the worst several days in his life. "I mean... in general. Settling in..." He couldn't help it. He wanted to know.
Carson shook her head with a small smile, “Obviously I’m willing to help. Don’t hesitate to ask whenever. I’ll let you know if I don’t feel up to it.” Feeling better with each passing minute she pushed herself onto her side then propped herself up with her elbow to better look at Terry. His next question was a little surprising, seeming a bit out of context. “Fine I guess. No complaints anyway. Given what’s been happening to me…I haven’t come out of my room much. The room is cozy though,” she let out a small chuckle to indicate the joke. By now she’d gotten quite sick of that room actually. Looking around her this one looked very similar. All of them probably looked the same though. Perhaps she’d have to find something to add color to the room or something. Carson slowly rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. She took a brief moment to judge how she felt then decided to stand up. Fatigue was certainly strong, but she figured she could get down two flights of stairs. She thought about checking herself in a mirror then opted against it. If she looked at all the way she felt, she’d rather not be witness to it.