Helen Magnus (britishcharm) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-10-05 16:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | ashley magnus, helen magnus, james watson, varric tethras |
Who: Helen. Open to Ashley, James, Varric.
What: Cure.
When: Friday/Saturday.
Where: Hospital.
Status: IC
Rating: TBD
Once Helen had accepted her fate (or had she simply given up?) her health had declined rapidly. Time passed in a blur of exhaustion and fitful sleep. Sometimes her dreams were the same, flashes of unfamiliar scenes populated by familiar faces. Others made little to no sense at all.
She was in a city, underground, but she couldn’t recall how she came to be there. More accurately, she knew how she must have gotten there, but the specific memory was just out of her reach. Why couldn’t she remember?
In one of her brief moments of clarity, she noticed a small, metal cylinder laying on the stand next to her bed, oddly familiar, though she couldn’t assign its meaning. Reaching for it seemed to require more energy than she possessed, and her hand dropped back to the bed as she let her eyes close again, its significance still lost to her.