elena "we rιde тogeтнer we dιe тogeтнer" ғιѕнer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tearsinajar) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thisavrou_log2016-07-12 08:13 pm
tearsinajar) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-12 08:13 pm
(no subject)
Who: Elena Fisher & Adrien Arbuckal
When: July 12th
Where: Medbay
What: Cryostasis things
Warnings: Talk of body horror, possible swearing on Adrien's part
[ It was some time around the wee, early hours of morning that Elena rolled herself out of bed. No one else in her room was currently up, both human and animal alike all resting up. She made sure not to disturb anyone, pulling on her robe to wrap around herself as she shuffled out into the hall. It wasn't until she was outside and out of earshot that she sagged into the metal wall on a pained moan; things weren't going well at all, she was now sliding into the zone of just giving up, and going to Nate about that wouldn't do her any good.
Any other time, she was a fighter. Her strength and willpower, her fortitude and self-perseverance— that was what she was best known for. Surviving Shambhala, nearly bleeding out from her dance with Flynn's grenade drop, coming out of it alive... And now... Now she was beginning to slip.
It couldn't be helped, there was simply too much going on at once. Sleep seemed impossible with the slow but steady and constant thrum of pain radiating in multiple areas. Rolling onto her glass arm and side only made it ten times worse, like she was right back to leaning over the edge of the medbay bed with a doctor holding her hair while she got violently sick all over the floor as it got to be suddenly too thick to push through and for her to handle. And now with the depressing and frustrating situation she found herself in with her husband where he seemed set on refusing to let her in, being made to feel so useless to help him— her marriage was once again rocky and the foundation they'd begun to rebuild back up since their time arriving on the Moira had crumbled.
Elena was tired. She was resigned to the fact that nothing was going to get better. And that space sucked. Absolutely sucked.
There was no cure, no fix to the glass problem that she and many others suffered. She couldn't begin to imagine the infuriating 'zero answers' that the doctors were coming up with in equation to everything.
All she wanted right now was to be able to sleep. To stay asleep for more than two hours at a time. And that was when she remembered the advice she'd been given that she had strongly disagreed with in the first place. What other choice did she have now?
With that in mind, Elena forced herself to make her way to the medbay.
There had to be a better answer to all of this than that. Maybe she could make a plea for their strongest sleeping pill that could knock her out and give her a solid eight hours of sleep. She would even offer to spend that time asleep there so they could monitor her. ]
When: July 12th
Where: Medbay
What: Cryostasis things
Warnings: Talk of body horror, possible swearing on Adrien's part
[ It was some time around the wee, early hours of morning that Elena rolled herself out of bed. No one else in her room was currently up, both human and animal alike all resting up. She made sure not to disturb anyone, pulling on her robe to wrap around herself as she shuffled out into the hall. It wasn't until she was outside and out of earshot that she sagged into the metal wall on a pained moan; things weren't going well at all, she was now sliding into the zone of just giving up, and going to Nate about that wouldn't do her any good.
Any other time, she was a fighter. Her strength and willpower, her fortitude and self-perseverance— that was what she was best known for. Surviving Shambhala, nearly bleeding out from her dance with Flynn's grenade drop, coming out of it alive... And now... Now she was beginning to slip.
It couldn't be helped, there was simply too much going on at once. Sleep seemed impossible with the slow but steady and constant thrum of pain radiating in multiple areas. Rolling onto her glass arm and side only made it ten times worse, like she was right back to leaning over the edge of the medbay bed with a doctor holding her hair while she got violently sick all over the floor as it got to be suddenly too thick to push through and for her to handle. And now with the depressing and frustrating situation she found herself in with her husband where he seemed set on refusing to let her in, being made to feel so useless to help him— her marriage was once again rocky and the foundation they'd begun to rebuild back up since their time arriving on the Moira had crumbled.
Elena was tired. She was resigned to the fact that nothing was going to get better. And that space sucked. Absolutely sucked.
There was no cure, no fix to the glass problem that she and many others suffered. She couldn't begin to imagine the infuriating 'zero answers' that the doctors were coming up with in equation to everything.
All she wanted right now was to be able to sleep. To stay asleep for more than two hours at a time. And that was when she remembered the advice she'd been given that she had strongly disagreed with in the first place. What other choice did she have now?
With that in mind, Elena forced herself to make her way to the medbay.
There had to be a better answer to all of this than that. Maybe she could make a plea for their strongest sleeping pill that could knock her out and give her a solid eight hours of sleep. She would even offer to spend that time asleep there so they could monitor her. ]
It's good!
Cistern...temple... [ The location or names would've made little to no sense to him but as the light tunneled into darkness in her one eye, Elena was underground, down the well. She was back in Yemen; her following words were breathed out, her whispers sounding like the ramblings of someone beginning to slip: ] ...Enochian script...
[ 'Get away from the wall—'
Her good eye was unfocused, staring up at the ceiling past the low lights above, hooded. ]
Cryo... [ A whisper. She was unresponsive to anything else, wincing. One more try, harsher— ] Cryosta—
[ Cryostasis. Permission given; Elena knew this would be their last chance, feeling it. Feeling like a gut instinct that something was terribly wrong, it was now or never. There might be no coming away from this if it wasn't now.
A phantom memory of pain biting into her one arm registered then as she went under, the smell of oil burning as a torch was lit and swung around strong in her nostrils like it was only yesterday. She remembered it all in slow motion. However, here and now, in the medbay, her body abruptly seized up, going tense and pitching forward. A low moan broken by the unexpected onslaught of fresh pain under her left breast caught in her throat— and then dead weight, pulse a weak flutter. ]
/goes to call the hubby!
Even as he spoke to the MID, delivering a clipped message to Nate, he motioned to a medtech. ]
Prep a cryo unit.
[ He said, voice surprisingly calm and level even as he shifted his grip on Elena to pick her up. It would be easier to transfer her directly to the cryo room than to fight with moving one of the stretchers. ]