10-23-2017, 04:25 PM
"Aye,"
she said wearily, "and I'd like eight hours sleep and a long shower."
She understood that he wanted to go home. Last time she had helped, but last time he hadn't just had invasive surgery. Her expression pinched a frown, though she made some effort to smooth her frustration and shake Christian's hand. At least this man was rooted to the earth and not in the clouds. He spoke sense, and clearly cared about Sage's welfare. Given what she knew of his childhood, she was glad he had that. It eased some of the burden she felt.
"Your family guilelessly uses his 'talents' and you run the risk of killing him. If he gives into the temptation to plug in, he runs the risk of killing himself. As the chip in his head degrades it's irritating the surrounding tissue - which probably caused the previous blackouts. If he collapses and I am not there? Maybe you'll get him to the hospital in time. Maybe you won't."
She put it plainly - truth was, she didn't know what might happen if she tried to heal him and let him go, but she wasn't happy taking the risk. That thing in his head was a timebomb, and she wouldn't be completely happy until Marcil had finished the job and replaced it.
Sage revealed what she was, but she didn't bat an eyelid at it. Given the nature of her gift she could hardly expect it to stay a secret forever. She did pause at discovering that the man who had collected Sage from the hospital was "like her", as he put it. Sage labelled him a "fighter" but what the fuck was he fighting? They spoke of protection. Of a crisis. Morven didn't pry, but she was definitely paying attention.
"Normal circumstances, you stay under observation until the tech in your head is replaced and we know it's stable."
she said wearily, "and I'd like eight hours sleep and a long shower."
She understood that he wanted to go home. Last time she had helped, but last time he hadn't just had invasive surgery. Her expression pinched a frown, though she made some effort to smooth her frustration and shake Christian's hand. At least this man was rooted to the earth and not in the clouds. He spoke sense, and clearly cared about Sage's welfare. Given what she knew of his childhood, she was glad he had that. It eased some of the burden she felt.
"Your family guilelessly uses his 'talents' and you run the risk of killing him. If he gives into the temptation to plug in, he runs the risk of killing himself. As the chip in his head degrades it's irritating the surrounding tissue - which probably caused the previous blackouts. If he collapses and I am not there? Maybe you'll get him to the hospital in time. Maybe you won't."
She put it plainly - truth was, she didn't know what might happen if she tried to heal him and let him go, but she wasn't happy taking the risk. That thing in his head was a timebomb, and she wouldn't be completely happy until Marcil had finished the job and replaced it.
Sage revealed what she was, but she didn't bat an eyelid at it. Given the nature of her gift she could hardly expect it to stay a secret forever. She did pause at discovering that the man who had collected Sage from the hospital was "like her", as he put it. Sage labelled him a "fighter" but what the fuck was he fighting? They spoke of protection. Of a crisis. Morven didn't pry, but she was definitely paying attention.
"Normal circumstances, you stay under observation until the tech in your head is replaced and we know it's stable."
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