Illyana Rasputin is a magikal girl. (illusivemagik) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-07 15:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clarice ferguson (blink), faiza hussain (excalibur), illyana rasputin (magik) |
Who: Illyana, Faiza, Clarice
Where: Irvine General
What: Illyana is treated by Doctor Faiza, and found by Clarice
When: Saturday, 1/5
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 for references to sickness, and vague references to sex.
Status Complete.
Illyana was feverish, unable to talk most of the time. She did not know her name, most days, but she could feel herself drifting. Something... something was wrong, and she had been rushing to do something, to find someone... several someones, she thought. Every time she saw a woman, especially someone blonde or brunette, white, smaller, or pink... color rushed across her and she cried out, reaching for them. It was a bad combination as her body, conflicting with two diseases, both of which should be fatal, shook in the throes of pain and fever.
“C-clarice?” The word was her first clear one, spoken one day, some day, eventually. She spoke it and she... she was sure she had spoken it clearly. But who was Clarice? She had no idea.
She felt lost, unable to feel most of the time, save for hot and cold, and save for pain. And a weird sense of annoyance at herself. Something... was wrong.
Faiza came over to the bedside. She was feeling frazzled already. They were on the verge of an epidemic. Though it wasn’t official, all the signs were there. There was a pretty blonde girl with soft hair. She brushed some away from her face and felt her forehead, then lifted a bandage to spy some blotches. “Bugger...” They looked like they were healing, but they weren’t like anything she’d seen yet.
That wasn’t a symptom of the sickness, or it might be a new symptom, either way it hadn’t been caught or noticed before and she was rather upset about that. “Nurse, we need to isolate this patient from the others, she has a new symptom.”
A nurse came over to help, and together they wheeled the gurney towards another room.
Clarice was making her way down the hallway, stumbling here and there. There weren’t many open rooms, and really, she’d only come to see Faiza while she could still teleport. “Faiza?”
The doctor and nurse wheeled past her, and there was a face. A familiar face that had haunted Clarice since she’d watched the last breath pass through her lips. For a moment she thought she had to have been hallucinating, then she ran after Faiza. She had to know, had to see. Did Illyana have a sister? It couldn’t be her.
Illyana was unsure how to react to being moved. The world had an alarming bent at shifting, changing, and turning.into other things. She saw moons, and skies, and strange fiery red skies and winged things and she shuddered, eyes wide. “No!” She flailed, trying to stop the changes, and her movements thwacked against someone. “Nooo!”
She had to find.... someone. She was looking for someone, wasn’t she?
"Nurse..Sam!" Faiza snapped, pushing the girl back down against the gurney. The nurse helped restrain her, and Faiza quickly grabbed for the belts and tied Illyanna down.
Clarice had caught up, coming up short and staring. Her hand covered her mouth and tears started to stream down her face unbidden. "Oh god..Oh god Illyana it's really you!"
"You know her?" Faiza asked, while she struggled to get the girl's arms restrained. Sam started to push the gurney again, giving Clarice a shocked look.
The teleporter ignored the look, jogging alongside and putting her hand on Illyana's. "She's my..I think..her name is Illyana, and I thought she was dead."
She didn't know how this was possible. Had her Christmas wish been answered late? It was a sorry result if Illyana was still sick. Clarice had lost her once, she couldn't bear to lose her a second time. It might not even be her Illyana. She could be a stranded traveller, or someone newly awakened to the events of Orange County. But she looked so much like her...
"If we get her stabilized, you'll have thought wrong."
Illyana was thrashing against the belts, until she was completely restrained,. then vague nightmarish memory of someplace... darker, came to her, of being restrained and of things... things dark and strange and unfullsome. her cry was full of despair, and unending, right up until Clarice’s hand held hers.
Clarice! that was the name! She tried to open her eyes, tried to move. She could only mumble, one thing, over and over.
“You’re late, which is rude.”
She lay otherwise unmoving, despite her wish, despite wanting to touch Clarice, who was... who was she again? Why was this so hard?
A sound caught in Clarice's throat, and she had trouble speaking. "Me? I'm late.. I'm.." You're the one that left! "I'm here. I'm here baby." Illyana's hand sent fire coursing through her. Her touch always had, and even through death her touch still did. "Don't leave again.."
Faiza raised her eyebrows, but then nodded her head. "We need to get some blood samples...I don't know what these splotches are, they might be a new symptom, or something else entirely."
Illyana shuddered, but calmed, hearing that voice. Without even knowing why, she tried to squeeze more, tried to edge toward the voice. She cracked opened her eyes and immediately shut them. “Lights hot.” She tried to force the words out, tried, and it hurt, and her eyes hurt and she found herself crying. And she really got annoyed then
Crying? really? What a great way to wake up! The thought ran through her mind, and left her feeling confused. What had that meant? What was going on?
It took several minutes but Faiza and the nurse extracted some blood and got an IV set up. The doctor wanted to get the girl sedated enough to not rip things out, though Clarice's presence seemed to calm her. Wordlessly, she gave Blink some tissues, and walked out with the Nurse.
Clarice brushed at Illyana's cheek, then leaned down to kiss her forehead. "The light's off."
Illyana had fought a little against that IV, those hands, those touches, which reminded her so much of so many shadowy things. Her whimpers were drug out of her, until she was untouched, except by that hand, that one hand. She curled toward it, a little, and managed to actually move, just a little, on the bed, toward that hand.
And when another one touched her forehead, and the kiss...she whimpered again, but a more delighted sound. her response was another set of words out of the darkness. Quiet, barely even a whisper, she spoke. “Not the time for an oral report.”
Clarice turned her head, coughing. Her own skin was flushed from fever, but she had no intention of moving from this spot unless she was dragged, kicking and screaming. At Illyana's comment, she gave out a little, strained sounding half-sob and half-laugh. "Soon. When you're feeling better."
Illyana nodded, and something almost like a smile cross her face, despite the pain and disconnection. “Not sure who you are, but know... “ She floundered and flailed one hand, in the restraints. “Don’t leave?” Her voice was growing hoarser and the sedative was hitting her fast now as eyelids became heavier yet.
Darkness reached for her, but she held it off as long as she could, waiting for the answer.
Clarice's eyes snapped wide open, and bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. She sat heavily in a chair, but still remained close by to her. She wanted to start sobbing. The words sounded hoarse and emotional, but they were clear. "I won't leave. I promise I won't leave."
“S’good. No leaving, either of us.” She let her eyes close then, and let the darkness swim up to grab her. And even though she was sick, and she was uncomfortable, and lost, her face was smiling as she fell to unconsciousness.
~Never the end~