Two hours- she passes in and out from the back room as she tends to patients, collects more supplies, or delves into what notes they've compiled for some source or means of treatment other than 'break the fever and hope for the best'. The green tinge of the fade around her vision does nothing but spur her onward; she must find an answer, she must focus on the task at hand. Everything else falls away save the sound of rain-
But it isn't raining. Or is it?
Adelaide peers through the dim light of the side room, staring at the flickers of hills and rain and water and the burst of elation at freedom- something she's never felt. Being cut loose had it's own shadows of dread. It isn't until the brush of Compassion that wasn't hers that it clicks- that the fragments come as a dream.
A memory.
Adelaide sets her mug aside and slips back to the cot as more fragments come together- the cuffs, the blood, the ache, the laughter- It's been more than two hours but not near as long as she'd like but- leaving him to this memory, to this dream? Seems untenable. Gently as possible she rests a hand on his shoulder to give him a shake. "Anders-"
Pain on the wrists and slipping in the rain and no small part of her heart breaks for him. It wasn't like this in the Spire for her. She'd never thought to wonder, to question.
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But it isn't raining. Or is it?
Adelaide peers through the dim light of the side room, staring at the flickers of hills and rain and water and the burst of elation at freedom- something she's never felt. Being cut loose had it's own shadows of dread. It isn't until the brush of Compassion that wasn't hers that it clicks- that the fragments come as a dream.
A memory.
Adelaide sets her mug aside and slips back to the cot as more fragments come together- the cuffs, the blood, the ache, the laughter- It's been more than two hours but not near as long as she'd like but- leaving him to this memory, to this dream? Seems untenable. Gently as possible she rests a hand on his shoulder to give him a shake. "Anders-"
Pain on the wrists and slipping in the rain and no small part of her heart breaks for him. It wasn't like this in the Spire for her. She'd never thought to wonder, to question.