Irving Braxiatel. Terribly sorry, but I am far too busy to answer the phone just now, but please do leave a message. Don't reverse the charges. Thank you.
[A hell of a lot of muttered swearing ensues, in various languages, and he shuts the feed off before snatching up his Medic Corps kit and making a run for it.
Unless the door is locked, there won't be any knocking. He's just there, in the room, dropping to Ril's side.]
Ril?
[Okay, so it's probably stupid to call her name when she's in this state, but it's worth a shot. He wastes no time, reaching a hand out and just pouring healing into her. Eight normally scolds her for doing that, but this is a bit of an emergency.
[Irving only stops when he touches her. He watches Eight closely to see how he's doing and when he doesn't immediately collapse, he answers the question.]
It could have been a number of things. She came in badly exposed from the outside. Then we suffered some sort of... blackouts and fell unconscious. She attempted to wake up, but instead went into what I can only imagine was shock.
[His tone is calm, but not dry as it normally is.]
[Eight will pay for this healing dump later. For now, he's alright, even if he's mostly running on adrenaline now that his energy is starting to flag.]
Shock? Wh--
[Oh no.
His hand goes down to the bracelet on Ril's wrist, finding it on and open to the directory.]
Brax...look.
[He lifts her arm a bit, still holding the contact and the flow of energy. One hand comes up to touch the "screen"...and there's himself, Eleven, Four, Nine, Ten...oh. Oh no. Of course, Eight doesn't say it out loud, lest Ril regain consciousness and have that be the first thing she hears. Instead, he turns a pained look at Brax. Six is gone.]
[Irving reaches for her other wrist to feel for a pulse. He doesn't want Eight to exhaust himself more than is required as well as wondering how effective this treatment this is.
He looks over when the Doctor points out the absence, looking back at Ril with a vague nod. He's already quite strained from what's happened already, so any reaction beyond realisation concerning the Doctor's absence is hidden.]
Ril. [He adds his Influence to the word, willing her mood to be stable. How much that'll work, he's not sure. But if it was a symptom of that, which the Doctor is suggesting, or at least a factor, then it couldn't hurt.]
[It takes a long while for Eight's healing to pull her back, to stabilize her, but it does. Her pulse becomes stronger, less erratic, and her shallow breaths even out and are deeper, more normal. As Ril isn't quite aware, Braxiatel's power has nothing to pull on for a long while.
But she knows, instinctively where Eight is. Maybe it helps that as an incarnation, he's got a bit of Six in him, maybe there's part of her that can feel it in some oddly physical Antedan way. Her fingers find his and close as she finally stirs. Ril's head lists as she opens her eyes and she has to struggle to keep them open. Eight, that was Eight's Healing. And he'd dumped it on her, but it was his. Steady and warm.
She draws a breath and closes her fingers a little more around his and squeezes lightly.]
You'll. [Ril swallows with difficulty and her voice is raspy.] Hurt yourself. I'll-- [She cuts herself off as she remembers as lets out a soft keen. Braxiatel helps a little to dampen her immediate reaction, but it doesn't negate it. It's too massive, too deep a bond to really alleviate.
Ril makes herself move a little in an attempt to try and curl into Eight as much as possible in order to stem the way her body wants to just shut down and she inadvertently trickles her own healing back into him from worry alone. It not an awful lot, but it's palpable.]
[When he feels her start to try to give it back to him, he instantly pulls back on the healing, worried that she might try to give it all back out of instinct and they'd have to start this all over again.
Eight has never been altogether certain of how Ril works, specifically, but he hopes what he and Brax are doing will help. They certainly can't bring Six back to her. They have to do this on their own.
Giving Brax a little lost look when she curls into him, he pulls her up to cradle her against his chest and holds her there.]
I'll be fine, Ril. Just...tired, probably. You just concentrate on staying with us, alright?
[He doesn't see what Ril is doing to the Doctor, aside from the obvious curling up to him, but as she starts stabilising, he tapers off the Influence.
Slowly, in case this was entirely emotional. He doesn't like to keep control for too long as he has his own limits. If he reached it, it would stop instantly. And if it was ineffective, then he'd have summon more people, which would only embarrass and distress her.
He goes to her other side, pulling up his blanket, which is, of course, extremely soft and quite warm, around her (and parts of the Doctor).]
Why don't I get us some tea? I know the Doctor could use the boost and it might warm you up, hm?
[She focuses on Eight, her fingers hooked into whatever fabric she can find as if not being close would send her right back into a tailspin, which it probably would. Other people wouldn't have embarrassed, no distressed her at all, but really, Eight is all she needs. He's holding her pieces together as he cradles her and she wordlessly fusses at him, but it's all show.
Even pale as she is, she's more concerned about him overtaxing himself. It's so much easier to focus on Eight as she buries her face into his chest. She really has no words for Braxiatel, and she's not sure she'll drink the tea, but she'll try.
It'd be hot, and she is still very, very cold, and she knows Eight's presence is the only thing keeping her functioning, and the only reason she hasn't just stopped. The emotional component to Ril's collapse is minuscule compared to magnitude being physically separated from her Anchor much like being separated from her ship, but there are bits of Six in the Doctor, in Eight, and while it isn't the same-- She'll have to adapt. She canadapt, Pilots were meant to do that, trained for it. But no one told her about what true Anchors were like, maybe because no one knew.
Priis help her, but nothing save being ripped away from Eth could hurt this much. Ril was sure of it.
She shifts to stare up at Eight with wide, terrified and heartbroken eyes that keep trying to overfill with tears she can't quite keep in check. Gods forgive her, but she can't let go of him, now.]
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Date: 2014-05-02 05:39 pm (UTC)Unless the door is locked, there won't be any knocking. He's just there, in the room, dropping to Ril's side.]
Ril?
[Okay, so it's probably stupid to call her name when she's in this state, but it's worth a shot. He wastes no time, reaching a hand out and just pouring healing into her. Eight normally scolds her for doing that, but this is a bit of an emergency.
Finally, he glances up to Brax again.]
What happened?
[Action]
Date: 2014-05-02 06:07 pm (UTC)It could have been a number of things. She came in badly exposed from the outside. Then we suffered some sort of... blackouts and fell unconscious. She attempted to wake up, but instead went into what I can only imagine was shock.
[His tone is calm, but not dry as it normally is.]
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Date: 2014-05-02 07:13 pm (UTC)Shock? Wh--
[Oh no.
His hand goes down to the bracelet on Ril's wrist, finding it on and open to the directory.]
Brax...look.
[He lifts her arm a bit, still holding the contact and the flow of energy. One hand comes up to touch the "screen"...and there's himself, Eleven, Four, Nine, Ten...oh. Oh no. Of course, Eight doesn't say it out loud, lest Ril regain consciousness and have that be the first thing she hears. Instead, he turns a pained look at Brax. Six is gone.]
[Action]
Date: 2014-05-02 07:53 pm (UTC)He looks over when the Doctor points out the absence, looking back at Ril with a vague nod. He's already quite strained from what's happened already, so any reaction beyond realisation concerning the Doctor's absence is hidden.]
Ril. [He adds his Influence to the word, willing her mood to be stable. How much that'll work, he's not sure. But if it was a symptom of that, which the Doctor is suggesting, or at least a factor, then it couldn't hurt.]
[Action]
Date: 2014-05-02 10:50 pm (UTC)But she knows, instinctively where Eight is. Maybe it helps that as an incarnation, he's got a bit of Six in him, maybe there's part of her that can feel it in some oddly physical Antedan way. Her fingers find his and close as she finally stirs. Ril's head lists as she opens her eyes and she has to struggle to keep them open. Eight, that was Eight's Healing. And he'd dumped it on her, but it was his. Steady and warm.
She draws a breath and closes her fingers a little more around his and squeezes lightly.]
You'll. [Ril swallows with difficulty and her voice is raspy.] Hurt yourself. I'll-- [She cuts herself off as she remembers as lets out a soft keen. Braxiatel helps a little to dampen her immediate reaction, but it doesn't negate it. It's too massive, too deep a bond to really alleviate.
Ril makes herself move a little in an attempt to try and curl into Eight as much as possible in order to stem the way her body wants to just shut down and she inadvertently trickles her own healing back into him from worry alone. It not an awful lot, but it's palpable.]
[Action]
Date: 2014-05-03 12:25 am (UTC)Eight has never been altogether certain of how Ril works, specifically, but he hopes what he and Brax are doing will help. They certainly can't bring Six back to her. They have to do this on their own.
Giving Brax a little lost look when she curls into him, he pulls her up to cradle her against his chest and holds her there.]
I'll be fine, Ril. Just...tired, probably. You just concentrate on staying with us, alright?
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Date: 2014-05-03 11:39 am (UTC)Slowly, in case this was entirely emotional. He doesn't like to keep control for too long as he has his own limits. If he reached it, it would stop instantly. And if it was ineffective, then he'd have summon more people, which would only embarrass and distress her.
He goes to her other side, pulling up his blanket, which is, of course, extremely soft and quite warm, around her (and parts of the Doctor).]
Why don't I get us some tea? I know the Doctor could use the boost and it might warm you up, hm?
[Action]
Date: 2014-05-03 12:39 pm (UTC)Even pale as she is, she's more concerned about him overtaxing himself. It's so much easier to focus on Eight as she buries her face into his chest. She really has no words for Braxiatel, and she's not sure she'll drink the tea, but she'll try.
It'd be hot, and she is still very, very cold, and she knows Eight's presence is the only thing keeping her functioning, and the only reason she hasn't just stopped. The emotional component to Ril's collapse is minuscule compared to magnitude being physically separated from her Anchor much like being separated from her ship, but there are bits of Six in the Doctor, in Eight, and while it isn't the same-- She'll have to adapt. She canadapt, Pilots were meant to do that, trained for it. But no one told her about what true Anchors were like, maybe because no one knew.
Priis help her, but nothing save being ripped away from Eth could hurt this much. Ril was sure of it.
She shifts to stare up at Eight with wide, terrified and heartbroken eyes that keep trying to overfill with tears she can't quite keep in check. Gods forgive her, but she can't let go of him, now.]