Give Up[]
“How’s the patient?”
“She isn’t fighting any more.”
“What do you mean?”
“She just… isn’t fighting.”
Vilyara sighed and brushed her storm-blue hair behind a curving horn, absent mindedly smoothing her skirt over her goat-legs. There were dark shadows under her eyes, turning the already blue skin a darker and greyer shade, almost matching her hair. With the robotic movements of long repetitive practice, she re-dampened the cloth from the patient’s head and replaced it. The girl did not stir – her skin was still too hot to the touch, and the symptoms everything and nothing. Whatever that green gloop had been, it was nasty.
She looked despairingly up at Sha’nir, who simply shrugged and patted Vilyara’s shoulder with an ivory hand. “We cannot save them all.”
Her skin burned. Her mind burned. She was on a boat, tossed around the sea, falling through the starless night sky. She didn’t know where she was any more. Her eyes were sewn shut. Oh god! No! Not again, not them, please not them… not again…
Vilyara turned quickly, summoning healing magic in glowing golden globes around her fingertips at the odd croaking sound. The girl twitched weakly, still making noises like she was being asphyxiated. The Draenei released the healing magic into the blood elf’s tormented form, and the girl stilled. Slowly, she opened her eye. It took so much effort, and it was so bright, so painfully bright… But now her eye was open, it was too much bother to close it again. Not worth the battle. Not worth the effort. She just wanted to sleep again. Peaceful sleep, where the time passed with no way of counting, where she could wait safely until the end. Peace…
“Faern?” The voice took time to reach her battered half-ears, the accent clipped and decidedly Draenic. But this did not register in her fevered mind yet, it was just something that went in one ear and out the other.
“Faern, are you avake?”
Slowly, like a slug on sedatives, her mind caught up with it’s environment. So… she was no longer in Undercity. Maybe she was in… what was the name? Shatterath? Shazzeroth? Something like that.
“You muszt keep fighting…”
But she was no longer awake, going back into fevered dreams and peaceful unconsciousness. Reality could wait, it didn’t need or want her anyway. Not at the moment.