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✘ down from chains - lobby .001

Aug 23, 2010 22:01

It echoed in her mind. Repeating through the haze of pain and the agony of stress on her shoulders and wrists. "Your son was killed on the day he was born." It made her breathing shorter, her focus slip just ever so slightly, just enough that she could actually feel the pain of her Agiel against her skin ( Read more... )

martha jones, cara mason

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likestray_dogs August 26 2010, 14:56:45 UTC

It took Martha a while to learn that she was supposed to be living in the mansion, not out of the on-call room of the hospital. That was the thing about arriving in the middle of a disaster -- people needed all hands on deck, and Martha was definitely one of those hands. Besides, after months of wandering the Earth, learning that she actually had a place to go home to was almost a foreign idea, but when one of the doctors made it to look as though if she didn't go home, he would drag her there, she decided it was an opportunity worth exploring ( ... )

afraidofnothing August 27 2010, 02:41:07 UTC

If she had the will to do so, she'd have swatted the woman away from trying to help her. She needed to find Zedd, to get distance between her and Darken Rahl, find out whatever magic had transported her to ... wherever this was.

Her head was throbbing though, her skin feeling tight as welts and cuts attempted to slow her down.

Exhaling, she tried to push herself up again, annoyed at the overly obvious reply that this woman should have known just by looking at her, "Of course, I'm not alright."

likestray_dogs August 27 2010, 03:04:15 UTC

Martha's lips pursed a bit at the response, before starting to look her over a bit more carefully. "I'm a doctor. Can you walk if I help you? I want to see if I can get you over to that couch."

She pointed back over the woman's shoulder to where the couch was, but she didn't want to move her too much if she had any kind of internal injuries. If she couldn't walk, she would grab some of the pillows and try to make her comfortable, but if she could get her there, that would at least be a step in the right direction.

afraidofnothing August 28 2010, 00:00:14 UTC

It took everything in her, but she forced herself to standing, her hand sweeping her hair out of her eyes. "I'm fine," she insisted, not wanting to be a bother to whoever this woman was. She was dressed, strangely, and Cara wasn't sure where she was.

That seemed the most imperative thing. Her steps limped slightly as she moved to turn around, "Where am I?"

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