fandom_clinic | In the Clinic

Entry tags:

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Phoebe squeezes Tara's hand. "Maia, sweetie, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Phoebe!" Maia looks around wildly. "Phoebe, Phoebe I'm so scared. I'm in the dark and they are hurting people Phoebe... Phoebe help me! The people, the people in the robes that I saw. Its them, the ones who pushed me away when I tried to see them. Phoebe help me!" Maia's voice is near hysteria. Maia sounds like she is running again.

Phoebe's face pales as she hears the terror in Maia's voice. She's trying to figure out how to free her friend from the nightmare.

"Maia, don't run away! Please don't run away. It's what they want."

"Maia, listen to me. I need you to tell me how old the body you're in is. Can you do that, sweetie?"

Tara keeps her voice level and calm, but her hand clenches around Phoebe's.

Maia is crying now, gasping for breath and laying on the floor behind a table again. She looks around, she felt like she was running in a loop ending up back at the empty table she had been on.

Maia glances down at her feet, at her clothes and has a sharp intake of breath "N-not possible." She is talking to herself now, trembling. "This is where they took me. I-I'm eight." Maia sounds scared. "I'm eight and this is where they took me." Her voice sounding on the border of fear and anger.

Tara nods, things starting to make sense. "You're not really there, Maia. You're inside your mind. In your memory. They can't hurt you again. Nothing can happen that didn't happen before - which means you can't save Shawn. Or the others. But you can find out what happened. Do you want to try to do that, or do you want to come home?"

Phoebe tightens her hand around Tara's, lending the woman strength as they tried to help Maia.

Maia looks around "I-I can't save them, are you sure?" She sounds defeated. "I want to come home Tara. I don't want to be in the dark anymore." Maia looks around again, watching Shawn screaming, she walks up to him. "I can't help you. I couldn't help you then either." She touches Shawns face. "Its all over Shawn, there isn't anymore pain for us. Tara said this is a memory." Maia walks away fighting listening to Shawns screams. "Tara? Phoebe? I want to come home. I don't want to remember this anymore."

"You can't save them, Maia. They're not really there. It's just your memory." Tara takes a deep breath. If she's locked in her mind rather than out of body there won't be an astral cord for her to travel. How do I get her home? "Can you follow our voices, Maia?"

Maia looks around. "I-how?" Maia looks around the room. "I can hear you." Maia focuses on Tara's voice. "Can't you come here? Your voice is here, you could come here too and get me?" Maia's voice sounded younger, childlike.

Tara sighs helplessly. "I... I don't know how, sweetie." She looks at Phoebe, whispering "any ideas?"

((ooc: we need to drag this out for a few more days, right?))

Maia looks around in the dark again. "Tara, somethings here."

((OOC: yep, she does indeed as much as I want her out of the dark and stuff. I cant think what to do with her once I get her out because I am not home to get her better etc.. I was thinking amnesia but decided against it. So she is going to stay in the dark))

"What's there, honey?" Tara keeps her voice as calm and soothing as possible. "Tell me what you sense."

((OOC: At the very least it's going to take Tara a few days in the library to research how to help Maia out. No overnight solutions!))

Maia continues to stare in the direction of the movement. "Something thats not supposed to be here." Maia's voice is no longer the one Tara is used to hearing, it is Maia's voice from when she was a child. "Make it go away."

((OOC: thats cool))

How am I supposed to do that? I'm so far in over my head here... Willow, I need you. Tara's voice is firm and motherly. "You don't belong here. You have to leave now."

A force rushes across Maia knocking her to the ground. It lets out a piercing scream and shoves at Tara. "DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITCH! YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE WITH US!"

Phoebe tightens her hand around Tara's when she feels the change around them. She trembles, but her voice is firm. "Leave her alone. Maia belongs to us, not to you."

Tara reels back from Maia's body, stunned but maintaining the link through Phoebe's hand. Is this inside her? Or is this outside? Placing her free hand on Maia's shoulder, she floods white light into Maia. "This child is not yours. You shall not have her." Ridiculously, an image of Gandalf facing the Balrog crosses her mind. I only wish.

Phoebe doesn't know where the courage or the understanding comes from, but she puts her free hand on Maia's and thus completes the circle.

Tara feels the surge of energy, and nods her approval at Phoebe gratefully.

A scream of laughter fills the room, no longer coming from Maia mind. It was in the clinic room. "TWO OF YOU! TWO WITCHES TRYING TO PROTECT SOMETHING THEY CANNOT SEE! THEY CANNOT TOUCH! TRYING TO PROTECT SOMETHING THAT CANNOT SEE THEM ONLY HEAR THEM!" The lights flicker and then go out in the clinic room.

Automatically Tara starts a protective chant, clutching Phoebe's hand.

Phoebe does her best not to show her fright. She continues holding on to both Tara and Maia and thinks about the different stuff she had been reading lately. A light...she needed to envision a light around them.

Re: Monday night

maias-notebook.livejournal.com - 2005-10-18 15:12 (UTC) - Expand

(deleted comment)

"TARA!" Maia screams "I can't hear you anymore." Maia's voice is back to her 18 year old self. "Phoebe! Phoebe talk to me" Maia voice starts to get sratchy "its human Tara, the thing, in the dark, its human. its one of them." Maia's sounds out of breath like every word is costing her engery. "Its human."