Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Civilian Karilan Massat (Owner, Quill and Parchment Books) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)
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Ilena was laying ice and cold packs all along Hyrushi. He was sweat soaked and she needed to check him for other blisters. “His temperature has stabalized, but he’s still too hot.” She scanned over him, the inhibitor had stopped any empathic input and the anesthazine had knocked him out cold. His respiration and pulse were high, but not dangerously so. The medication would help with that.

Yavia was knelt beside Sharah. She was far too professional to let her fear show. She ran the tricorder over Sharah. The readings were very similar to what they had been that first weekend together. As long as Sharah woke up soon, she should be fine. “She’s unconscious but stable.” Between the two of them, they took the gurney they had brought and lifted first the Governor onto it and took him to one of the other guest rooms, then they did the same with Sharah. “Sevren, will you be alright? We can’t leave them alone either.”

“I have this,” Caridee said with confidence. “Do what you need to.”

Ilena stayed with Hyrushi, “Sorry Governor, but I’ve got to make sure I treat all those nasty burns. I promise it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” She murmured softly to him. Ilena was always of the mind that people could hear and at least feel your intention. She stripped him to his shorts and went about the task of cooling his body and treating the blisters and burns. She was careful and methodical and then pulled the sheet over him.

Oh, but it was something she hadn’t seen before. The man was covered in tattoos. In fact, save for his feet, hands, face, neck, and a strip down the middle of his chest; all of Hyrushi was covered in colorful and highly stylized tattoos. And, oddly, none of the tattoos seemed to have burned… just the unadorned flesh.

Yavia stayed with Sharah. She raised her feet and brushed her hair back. She didn’t try to reach her mind, but let her rest. Her psilosynine levels were low, but her body was showing signs of extreme stress. Her hand was raw from where she’d been holding Hyrushi’s hand and Yavia treated that. She sat beside her and held her hand. “It’s alright Sweetheart, just rest for a bit. I’ll take you home. I’m right here.”

Yavia and Ilena

Caridee shifted as more space was created around the bed and she lay alongside her mother and shuddered at the intense experience she was having vicariously through Eela, but still she kept the physical contact. “I think I was right,” she told Karilan. “I think she experienced his death. Which is going to make this aftermath more complicated. She’s going to need a lot of support.”

Karilan couldn’t or didn’t hear her. They just focused on Eela.

Eela meanwhile was struggling within her psuedo-consciousness. She struggled to breathe, but it didn’t show up on the readings. She desperately wanted past this wall of physical pain and so she mentally reached out to those threads of care and warmth, entangling her own with them and tethered herself to both Karilan and Caridee.

~Caridee & Eela

Hyrushi

When Karilan felt Eela, tears slid down her cheeks. She grabbed the tendrils of thought and emotion and pulled at them, drawing Eela close to them. Eela… it’s okay. I’m here. I won’t let you fall again. I have you. Karilan whispered to her mind. I have you. Breathe, Eela… breathe. It’s okay… we are all here. A spark of humor filled the connection. Except Kenzo. He decided to take a nap. and there was soft laughter swirling around Eela’s thoughts.

Massat

Eela couldn’t split her mind but she did sent a waft of care towards Caridee, the recognition of her daughter’s energy finally dawning on her.

But something about Karilan’s thoughts cut through. Maybe it was because their friendship had deepened so much lately, or maybe it was something else, but whatever the reason her voice and love cut through the fogginess of the medication. Her lilting laughter sounded through their connection followed by worry and then a profound sadness. But there as the sense that she was breathing again at a more even pace, the terrible feeling of suffocating having not passed, but reconciled. Though she wasn’t aware of them, tears slid down Eela’s cheeks as well as a part of her understood what she had just experienced.

Caridee watched the monitor while she witnessed this beautiful communion and didn’t resent it in the least. It was that piece of her mother that was so poignant and anyone who took the time to get to truly know her understood that one of Eela Dasca’s most exquisite gifts was her ability to draw in people and connect with them. It was so lovely to see it in action again after so long.

~Eela & Caridee

Karilan gasped slightly and tears mirrored Eela’s. Karilan stood up leaned over Eela, looking down at her. “Welcome back. I missed you.” they whispered.

Karilan

Eela was still trapped in the fogginess and even as her eyes slipped open, she fought to surface towards Karilan’s welcoming voice and failed. The fogginess persisted and rather than a comforting place to let go, it felt like a weight holding her down. She began to panic, her heart rate spiking, and her skin beading.

Caridee was on her feet in an instant. “Stay with her and keep her grounded, but take off the tomo on her forehead,” she told Karilan. She knew the tramadol had been a higher dose than they would normally give a patient, but they had required the side effects, and now those side effects were complications she needed to counter. She took long strides to Sharah’s open med kit, looking for anything that would work. Finally, she found an opioid agonist that had likely been put in as a precaution, dialled in the correct dose, and pressed the hypo to her mother’s neck, the telltale hiss an exhale for them all.

A moment, then a few more, and then the warning alarms from the monitoring system quieted. Eela began to take more even breaths and she tried opening her eyes again. This time, things were clearer, Karilan came into sight and she sighed. She didn’t have the energy to push any of the emotions away, and Eela’s inner world was a swirl of worry, fear, grief, pain, and more strongly, gratitude. She looked around the room. “Sharah and Kenzo?” The nap comment floated through her brain but she couldn’t reconcile it all just yet.

“They needed some attention once he broke through the wall. I think they’ll be okay, but I’ll go get an update. You stay put here with Karilan,” Caridee said in a firm tone, knowing her mother far too well and wanting to stop the woman from leaping out of bed just yet. She was waiting for the effects of the emotional tsunami to catch up with her mother but as the seconds passed, she realized it might not come. Interesting. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Eela smirked a little at her daughter’s bossiness and turned her gaze on Karilan. “Well, this has been an interesting morning.” There were so many things in her mind and it was hard to decide which one to even speak about. Her eyes glistened. “I was with him when he died and it was terrible. Do you… do you think he felt me too?” Dash was Human and not a telepath. The connection from the canar was not something she knew enough about in this instance. But maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t felt alone as he died.

Karilan wiped away their own tears and nodded. “I’m sure of it.” they said softly, holding Eela’s hand in their own. “Right now… just try and breathe, okay? And don’t you ever scare me like this again, Eela Dasca. Okay?” they asked.

Moving down the hall, Caridee found Yavia and Sharah. “My mom has come through. How’s Sharah?” she asked the Deltan.

~Eela & Caridee

Karilan