I2: Feet of Clay

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 6:20 pm

Sam unloads from the van with Tereza, still carrying Will.

She leans against the doors to close them behind her, and continues on in to the infirmary while she lets Carlos ship the nasties on to the lighthouse.

by **Tereza Rozanov** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 6:49 pm

Tereza limped along beside Sam, animating the ice on her bad leg to give her the support she needed. "<Hopefully he'll be okay,>" she said, glancing at Sam and Will.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:00 pm

"As long as they don't let Rob into his room at the infirmary again," she says as she makes her way in.

"Are you okay?"

by **Tereza Rozanov** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:04 pm

Tereza had a weird mental dissonance going on as her thoughts were occurring in Russian and English, almost as if the English was trying to override the Russian. "<My leg is starting to hurt like hell, and I can't seem to get my words right,>" she said. "<I didn't know you spoke Russian.>"

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:09 pm

"I don't. My powers are picking up the slack. It's kind of giving me a headache, but needs must, aye?"

by **Tereza Rozanov** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:11 pm

"<I'm sorry,>" she said. "<Maybe once they get my leg fixed they can figure out what's wrong.>"

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:14 pm

"At least you're admitting something's wrong."

by **Tereza Rozanov** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:19 pm

That almost drew an angry side-glance at Sam and the Russian noise pushed itself back to the fore before the English beat it back down and she merely sighed, "<Needs must.>"

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:25 pm

"Come on, Tereza. You just fought an arsepile of saw-toothed fairies. Nobody's doubting you're tough."

by **Tereza Rozanov** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:32 pm

"<It's not about being tough. It's about not being broken. Especially not if my old friends are looking for me.>"

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:44 pm

"Well one of them is a telepath, aye? You sure they're not doing this to you?"

by **Tereza Rozanov** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:49 pm

"<If she is here, she wouldn't toy with me like this,>" Tereza said, though Sam got the impression that she wanted to believe that as opposed to being convinced of it.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:51 pm

"People change, right?" She asks as she starts carrying Will into a room as the nurses indicate.

by **Tereza Rozanov** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:59 pm

"<That is the hope,>" Tereza said as one of the infirmary staff guided her towards another room. "<Take care of him.>"

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 8:01 pm

Will was still whimpering a little bit, and not fully cognizant of her surroundings. SOMETHING had gone wrong when he was missing for three days, that was for sure.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 8:43 pm

"I'll do my best," she says, looking back to Tereza before laying Will down on the cot.

"God, what did they do to you?"

"I'm here, Will..."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 9:13 pm

Will's eyes jerkily tracked across the room to look at Sam, just briefly giving a sort of half-nod.

Her breathing calmed down just a little bit.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 9:21 pm

"We're going to take care of you, aye? You're safe, now."

She sits down near the cot.

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:05 pm

Safe? she thought back at Sam. Certain?

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:06 pm

"All the awful beasties have been rounded up, and a bloke who looks like Harry Potter with a beard is banishing them now."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:10 pm

ALL of them? You're sure...

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:11 pm

"He found a way to track them down, you see."

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:21 pm

There were...so many. So many...

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:28 pm

"I know," she sends sadly.

"Did they... hurt you?"

by **Will Stanton** » Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:58 pm

I don't...I don't know where they took me. They...

They messed me up pretty bad.

by **Samantha McManus** » Sat Sep 26, 2015 12:01 am

"I'll help however I can, Will."

"You can rest first, though."

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Sep 26, 2015 12:28 am

Will gave the tiniest of nods, and tried to close her eyes, shivering some still.

by **Samantha McManus** » Sat Sep 26, 2015 12:42 am

Sam settles into the chair. She'll let the doctors check in if they need to and get out of the way as needed, but she'll be back in as soon as they let her.

by **Narrator** » Sat Sep 26, 2015 2:10 am

The doctors do come in, but mostly throw up their hands. Will's organs aren't even in the right place, and she didn't record a steady temperature or heartbeat or anything. Damn thing is making a mockery of medicine!

Instead, they try to make her comfortable and tell her to get some sleep.

Will seemed hesitant, and tossed and turned more.

by **Samantha McManus** » Sat Sep 26, 2015 3:24 am

After the doctors are done fussing Will, Sam comes back in and resumes her seat. She watches Will with some worry.

by **Will Stanton** » Sat Sep 26, 2015 4:15 am

Will certainly didn't look right, tossing and turning in her sleep, mumbling things under her breath.

by **Samantha McManus** » Sat Sep 26, 2015 2:41 pm

Sam hesitates, then leans in to listen to what Will is mumbling.

by **Narrator** » Sat Sep 26, 2015 7:29 pm

Only some of it was comprehensible--something about slicing and dicing and cutting and smashing.

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon Sep 28, 2015 5:23 pm

Sam winces at that, and after a bit of internal debate decides to try to radiate calm and safety via her telepathy.

by **Will Stanton** » Mon Sep 28, 2015 5:40 pm

For the moment, it seemed to be working, at least, though WIll was still tossing and turning some. At least it was less than before.

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:07 pm

Sam carefully reaches out to try to clasp Will's hand.

"Will..."

by **Will Stanton** » Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:28 pm

"Nnn? Sam?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:32 pm

"...you were having a nightmare. It... seemed like a bad one."

by **Will Stanton** » Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:53 pm

"...yeah," she whispered.

by **Samantha McManus** » Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:58 pm

"You want to... talk about it? Or..."

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