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Jun 18, 2006 21:13

Clair had fled the Sanctuary when her beeper had rung. Code Blue--Gabriel had flatlines, presumably because of the psychic turmoil and not, she hoped, because Allen had decided to unplug him and melt his insides.

Reaching the medlab, she was only slightly releived to find it was the former--though that was going to make things harder to pin down. Later. Vitals first. She joined the other personnel in resuscitating him again, though it came to using a defibrillator to restore sinus rhythm.

Once she was satisfied that his heart was going to continue beating, she looked at the EEG. Coma. Again. All the blood vessel shunts in the world wasn't going to do a thing about this. She breifly considered the only thing that was going to work would be some good solid psychiatric therapy, but reminded herself that this latest one wasn't his fault.

She found some painkillers and swallowed them in an attempt to get rid of the splitting headache the psychic explosion had left and settled in to wait. At least the web was clean of that Yellow stuff, whatever it was. In fact, it was cleaner and more orderly than she'd ever seen it in her short time within it.
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