http://maias-notebook.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] maias-notebook.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandom_clinic2005-10-15 06:27 pm

In the Clinic

Maia lay on a bed in the clinic, monitors beeping around her.
She was unresponsive except in her mind.
She could hear what was going on, she screamed for help over and over again but nobody seemed to hear her. Tara, Tara I'm lost. I can't see you in the dark where are you? They are all around me Tara, help me somebody help me.

[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-10-16 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Tara sits by Maia's bed, holding her hand and crooning. She strokes a white feather over Maia gently, given to her by Aziraphale that afternoon (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/178649.html?thread=6104793#t6104793), watching as it swirled bright patterns into Maia's aura that were quickly absorbed only to drain away.

[identity profile] equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com 2005-10-16 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
*Sara sits by Maia's bed, taking one of her hands gently.*

I don't know if you can hear me, Maia, but please, come back. We miss you. Your friends need you. I miss you.

*Her voice catches.*

[identity profile] equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com 2005-10-17 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
*Her hands are steady around Maia's.* I'm here. I'm not letting go. You aren't alone Maia, I'm here with you.

Sunday night

[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-10-17 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey Maia," Tara whispers. "I brought you pie. Chocolate meringue, from Deb's. It's really good. C'mon, you want to wake up for pie, don't you?" She sighs, taking Aziraphale's white feather from its resting place (tucked behind Maia's neck), and traces it over her skin, hoping to see a twitch, any sign that Maia was still linked to her physical body and not just the swirling white patterns that disappear almost as soon as they appear.

"I've moved into the dorms," Tara says, trying to keep her voice cheerful. "I slept here two nights, and I'm sure the staff got totally sick of me. I haven't told Paige about you yet, she's having a really tough time right now, and we had a fight... I don't think she can cope with anything else. I wish I'd asked you who your friends were." She stops, biting her lip. "Are. I mean, who your friends are."

Re: Sunday night

[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-10-17 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Tara blinks. Maia's hand twitched against hers. She could swear it did. "Maia? Sweetie, I'm right here." Tara tucks the feather back under Maia's neck, using her bare hands to stroke over the girl's face and arms. "Can you hear me? I'm here, honey."

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[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-10-17 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a surge in Maia's aura, faint but noticeable to Tara's watching eyes. "No, Maia, sweetie, don't go. Stay here with me." Her hopes, so briefly raised, fell, and she climbed onto the bed next to Maia, pressing a kiss to the girl's forehead and then resting her own forehead against it. "I'm here, honey. Stay with me." Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the girl she had come to know, her strength and her fragility, her kindness and generosity, pushing these images to the forefront of her mind. "I know you're a seer, not a mindreader, Maia, but this is who you are," she whispers. "Come back to us."

Re: Sunday night

[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-10-17 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Tara could swear she heard screaming, and placed her hands on either side of Maia's face. "Maia, you're safe, honey, no-one's hurting you. You're lost, but I've got you, and I'm going to get you back, okay? You have to follow me back. Can you hear me?" Her voice was low and desperate, shaking with the effort to stay calm and keep the energy she extended to Maia loving and welcoming.

[OOC note for anyone reading - Tara's got permission to catch glimpses into Maia's mind, Willow mind-walk style.]

Re: Sunday night

[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Tara? Where are you? Tara heard inside her head. It wasn't quite like Willow's telepathy, but it didn't feel like her own thoughts, either. "Maia, honey? I can hear you. I'm right here, holding your hand. Where are you, sweetie?"

((okay to play with the chronology? Tara's emotions during the day are heavily influenced by how Maia's doing, but Maia's not necessarily experiencing time the same way Tara is.))

Monday night

[identity profile] brambless.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
After losing contact the previous night, at a most disheartening moment, Tara returns to Maia's bedside to try again. Putting her forehead against the younger girl's, Tara spoke. "Can you hear me, Maia? I'm right here, can you hear me?"


((Um, sorry, on what Maia can see: I'm thinking Tara's not as good as Willow was at it. More a feeling that she's there. Tara can probably see a little more than Maia can, because effectively they're in Maia's head.))

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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-18 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
Phoebe sat next to Maia's bed, holding one of her hands. She had tears on her face from where she had cried when she first heard the news about her friend.

"Maia...please, please come back," she whispered softly. "Your friends love you and we miss you."

Phoebe stroked Maia's hair. "I love you and we need you to come back to us."
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-18 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Phoebe felt a push against her mind, but no words. She looked down at Maia's closed eyes.

"Maia...I know you hear me...somehow I know you hear me. Please, we need you here. If someone is hurting you, you have to let me know so I can help..."
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-18 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Phoebe's face is white as a sheet as she watches Maia's lips move. She thinks she can make out her name, but she isn't sure. She leans closer to Maia.

"Sweetheart, I didn't hear all of that. How can I help you?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-18 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Phoebe scrambles to her feet and screams for someone to come and help.

"Dr. House, Lisa...help!"