Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Three Isn’t A Crowd If You Don’t Want It To Be

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Three Isn’t A Crowd If You Don’t Want It To Be

Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Three Isn’t A Crowd If You Don’t Want It To Be
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“You aren’t choosing anything for anyone except yourself, Sharah.” Charles said and then he just looked at her for a moment. His eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at V and rrhen back at Sharah. “Sharah… I know you don’t trust yourself right now. But do you trust me? Do you trust Yavia? And you don’t have to answer that.. I know you do. I can feel it. So....” and he squeezed her hand tight, “… let it go.”

Tenkiller

He was staring at her and then at Yavia and then they were both staring at her. Sharah was shaking her head no before he ever opened his mouth again. That was not fair! No. No no no! What would they do if it all went horribly wrong? Knock her out? Would that even work? She shook her head no again.

Yavia was not playing fair either. It was like she was poking at all the places where Sharah felt things were escaping and seeping out. ‘Sharah you have to do something, before it hurts you. We have you, sweetheart.‘

She didn’t even know how. It wasn’t a pressure valve that simply let a little bit out, it was like the whole gasket blowing. They were waiting…trust them or…or what? It wasn’t a choice, it was simply trust them. She would have curled into herself, try to hold herself together if they hadn’t been holding onto and squeezing her hands. She began to cry, and what little hold she had snapped. There was no warning or slow build. It hit them like wrecking balls, over and over again. It wasn’t just emotion but the physical signs as well. Terror, hopelessness, and despair. It didn’t stop, it wouldn’t stop.

Yavia was an average empath/telepath for a Deltan but she had not expected the enormity or the strength of it. It rocked her backwards into the pillows and she gripped Sharah’s hand tighter to keep from letting go. She felt sick to her stomach as the terror hit and the ache in her heart at the hopelessness and the metallic taste of blood as she bit her cheek to stop from screaming fear.

Charles wasn’t an empath. Or a telepath. Or an anything path. He had no training in psychic combat or combating a storm of emotions from one. So when the force hit him… he let it. As the waves of pain and fear and torment swept him away, he simply went along with it. It was awful… and he felt Sharah’s pain as his own. He was drowning in it… until he saw… felt?… a hand steady him. He looked in his mind’s eye and saw his people standing in a circle around him. The waves raged and pounded and the noise was immense. His circle. Sacred and all-encompassing. He saw V next to him… and Sharah… and he held them to him. And the storm raged around him, but he… they… were safe.

It was horrible and terrifying even without the terror that Sharah felt. The noise was deafening and made Yavia’s physical ears ring with it. She felt Sharah tug on her hand and when she looked she saw Sharah crumple onto the bed. Mentally…Sharah was being dragged down by the waves, further and further away, being drowned, slipping away from them. She felt TK there with them. He had them both and he and Yavia had Sharah. Yavia felt the presence of hundreds or more. They all felt like TK, a spark of his essence.

They were safe, but the storm raged on. Yavia looked up and her heart constricted. It was massive and dark and horrible. A monster born of the chaos and nightmares of milliions of minds. It raged and pounded the outside of the circle clawing to get in, to get at Sharah. Yavia wasn’t sure who the mental image belonged to, but it evoked very real terror.

Finally…it stopped, as it burned through the psilosynine in her paracortex. The input stopped and the pain stopped and Sharah blacked out.

Sharah

Tenkiller rose up from where he had fallen on the floor, his hand still grasping V and Sharah. His nose was bleeding and he had a massive headache. He looked at V and Sharah and said “Are you okay? SHARAH! V! SHARAH!” and he scrambled back next to Sharah and knelt next to her. “V, is she okay?”

Tenkiller

Yavia pushed herself up and scrambled over next to them. She blinked to clear her vision. “Are you okay? TK?” She placed a hand on his shoulder. Her head felt raw and like millions of glass shards were stabbing her brain. “I am. Disoriented and a headache.” Sharah was totally unconscious, but she was breathing. Was she okay? “I don’t know.”

She looked at him and grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down beside Sharah. She needed a medkit, she didn’t bring with her. Then she remembered, Sharah had one in her bag. She leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Stay here with her.” She slipped off the bed and out to Sharah’s room. V kept a hand on the wall to steady herself. Her heart broke in those moments for Sharah. How could anyone live like that? She dug through Sharah’s bag and found the medkit she’d packed.

She hurried back into the room and pulled a towel from the bathroom. She pulled out the tricorder and passed it over Sharah, simultaneously pressing the cloth to TK’s nose. “Hold that there and breath deeply.” Yavia didn’t know what to do. “Her blood pressure is 102/60. That’s probably why she passed out…I hope.” Sharah had said earlier that her psilosynine had dropped right after the protest. “Her psilosynine levels are really low.” Setting the tricorder down she carefully stretched Sharah out. Uncrossing her legs and setting her hands beside her. She put several pillows under Sharah’s legs to elevate them. She returned to the bathroom where water could be heard running and she brought a damp cloth and placed it on the back of Sharah’s neck.

She moved around the bed and set a hand on his forehead. “How are you feeling?” She picked up the tricorder again and scanned him. “Let me give you something for the headache. Then some juice and water. Your blood sugar is a bit low, and the water will help.” She scanned herself then. “Same for me.” She scanned the vials in the kit, picked one and slid it into the hypo. She pressed it to his upper arm and there was a faint hiss as she pressed the button. Then she pressed it to her own arm and pressed the button. She looked at Sharah and back at him. Her concern and worry were palpable. “I don’t know what else to do.”

Yavia

Tenkiller held the cloth to his nose for a bit and blinked a few times. His head was pounding. “I… I can get a medevac here in under two minutes. Do I need to call it?”

V shook her head, and then regretted it. “I think we can wait a couple minutes and see if she wakes up. If not we’ll need to call.”

He pulled the cloth away and sat up… slowly… and squinted. “My head feels like I went ten rounds with those Klingons at that embassy… without headgear.” He rubbed the side of his head and looked at V. “Are you okay, hun? Can I do anything for you?”

Tenkiller

“The hypo should help with that. Should kick in in just a moment.” She wiped the corner of her mouth on the back of her hand and it came away bloody. She felt around the inside of her mouth and winced when she touched her cheek. She must have bit through it. “I’m…light headed, headache. Really shaken. I have never felt anything like that.” And she never wanted to again. She picked up Sharah’s hand and rubbed her thumb over the back in slow circles. She put her other hand on his cheek. “Juice would be good for the sugar, and water. Water is always good if there is a sudden onset of pain. Mostly I just really want her to wake up.”

Yavia

Tenkiller crawled over to Sharah and then laid on his side next to her. He took her hand in his and took a breath. “Hey, you…” he said softly. “Sharah… c’mon, hun… wake up for us, ok? Me and V… we’re right here. We told ya it’d be okay, and it is. Ya just gotta wake up for us, ok? Wake up and let us know you’re alright. C’mon, Sharah…” and he kept talking to her softly and holding her hand.

Tenkiller

Sharah hadn’t hit her head, Yavia had checked. Sharah should wake up. As much as Yavia wanted to just sit there, they had to take care of themselves too. She leaned over and placed a lingering kiss Sharah’s cheek. “Wake up sweetheart.” Then she slipped off the bed and hurried, carefully, up the stairs. She didn’t trust herself to carry a whole pitcher so she gathered glasses of juice and water on a tray and brought it back down the stairs to the bed room. She handed one to TK, “Here drink this.” She picked up her own glass as she sat back down on the bed. She opened the tricorder and watched the readings as she held Sharah’s other hand.

Yavia

It was quiet. Like she had cotton stuffed in her head. It wasn’t unpleasant though. She heard a voice, but it seemed really quiet, like it wasn’t quite all there. What happened? There was…pain, it had seared through her head as it left, and…she’d lost hold of Charles and Yavia…no..no she didn’t, she almost did. She remembered holding onto them, or they were holding onto her. And people, hundreds of people she didn’t recognize, the monster in the storm, the noise…then everything went black.

There was that voice again, she knew that voice. Tenkiller and…she thought she briefly heard Yavia too. He wanted her to wake up. What was okay? She moaned softly. She wasn’t hurt or in pain. She was very disoriented and confused. They made her feel like that a lot. That was okay though, she didn’t mind. This wasn’t their fault though. “Wha…what…?” She blinked and then squinted her eyes. The light seemed over bright for a moment. She started to sit up, but her BP hadn’t normalized quite enough for that and she laid back down on the bed rather quickly.

Sharah