[X] Attempt to treat her wounds and wait until she regains consciousness before you get moving. (Roll 1d100)
-[X] If this doesn't work, try to cast a healing spell.
Dice Rolls said:
Treat Sierra = 26
Cast Spell: Heal = 39 (FAILURE)
Spell Failure = 14
"Alright, we need to get her patched up."
"With what?" Lucas asked. "We don't exactly have a first aid kit on hand!"
"We'll have to improvise." You reply. "Help me get her out of these chains first."
Lucas nods his head and the two of you turn your attention to the shackles on Sierra's wrists. They didn't require a key open, instead having a latch on each cuff that keeps them closed. You and Lucas began working on the latches, which proves much more difficult than you originally assumed. The latches were really stuck in place, forcing you to put your full strength into your hands to undo them. You assume the reason they are so tightly stuck was to prevent whoever was bound from shaking them loose.
After a bit you and Lucas manage to unlatch the cuffs, allowing Sierra's arm to fall to her sides.
"Holy crap that was work..." Lucas panted. "So what now?"
"I, uh, I'll think of something..."
Your eyes can around that small room, looking for something that can be used to help patch Sierra up but there was nothing but dirt and rubble. You turned you vision towards Sierra again, taking in the pitiful sight of your best friend. She didn't deserve this. Chained up in some hole, all torn up and covered in some sort of black ooze.
In a way, you felt like you could have prevented this...
You're not sure how...
Maybe if you hadn't gone to sleep...
Maybe she'd be okay. Maybe you'd
all be okay.
But you can't focus on what you should or could have done, you have to focus on the now. You look over Sierra and her torn up clothes and...
Wait.
Her clothes.
You look at her clothes intently and slowly an idea creeps into you head. Slowly you reach out to her, and begin slipping off her tattered flannel jacket off her shoulders.
"Sorry, Sierra..." You mutter out apologetically to you unconscious friend, taking the flannel jacket into your hands. "I got to do this to help you..."
"What are you doing?" Lucas asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
"I'm, uh, going to tear this jacket up and use what I get to bandage Sierra up." You explain as you lay the jacket down on the ground.
"So why are you apologizing?"
"This is her favorite jacket..." You say as you you tugged at a piece of torn fabric. "I so owe her for this..."
"I think she'll let you tearing apart her already wrecked jacket slide." He sighed as he moved to your side. "Here, let me lend a hand."
You scoot over a bit to allow Lucas more space to work with, and soon the two of you got to work trying to turn Sierra's flannel jacket into makeshift bandages to patch her up.
...Which turned out to be much more difficult than you initially believed as neither you nor Lucas really knew what either of you were doing. Many of the strips of the fabric you made from the jacket were either not the right length, or the width wasn't right. It was just a one long series of mistakes that soon lead to you using up the entire jacket. Now you find yourself sitting in the shredded remains of your best friend's favorite jacket with very little to show for it. If she were conscious you know she'd probably chew you out for your fuck up.
You sigh and pick up what usable pieces you have and began applying them to Sierra with Lucas' help. You focused on the more serious injuries, but with what little you have you can't bandage all of them.
"Well this didn't go as I planned..." You muttered, defeated.
"This might help a little." Lucas said, giving you a reassuring smile but you can tell he didn't quite believe himself.
You sighed and look over Sierra. She looked rough, and having a bunch of shredded fabric being improvised as bandages covering her didn't exactly help matters. If only you could do more to help than just...
Wait.
Your magic! Of course, how could you be so dense? You can probably cast a spell to help fix her right up! Although, you don't exactly have the best record on using your powers, but at this point isn't it worth the risk?
You reach your hand out towards Sierra.
"What are you- Are you going to use your magic again?" Lucas asked, sounding a little panicked.
"Yes."
"Dude, no." He stated firmly. "This isn't a great idea."
"It is the only one we've got." You retorted, trying to keep your focus.
"Medea..."
"Lucas, she is hurt." You said, shooting a determined look. "If we need to do something now, and if we don't how long can we lug her around until something tries to kill us?"
He remains silent for a moment, his eyes diverting to the ground before he says, "I just... Don't want anything to happen to you. Two of my friends already got hurt, I don't want another one to get hurt..."
You nod your head and return your focus to Sierra. You wish you could assure him you'll be alright, but honestly... You have no idea how this'll turn out. So far, you've cast one successful spell out of three, and you don't know what will happen if you screw this one up. The first time you left yourself feeling drained and the last time you apparently disappeared. So who's to say what will happen this time? Was there something your missing? Are you not doing this right?
But you need to focus.
Your hand is outstretched.
You breathe in and out.
Focus.
Visualize what you want to do.
Close your eyes.
Channel the energy inside.
Heal.
As you pool energy outward from your being, you suddenly feel something hit you. It felt like something large and heavy impacted your chest, causing your eyes to shoot wide open as you are flung backwards by some unseen force. You fly through the air, out from the opening and back into the hall, where your momentum is stopped by your body slamming against the stone wall of the hall. You hear some of your bones snap as you impact against the wall, and you let out a pained scream as you fall to the floor.
Lucas rushes over to you, his eyes filled with panic and worry as he comes to your aid.
"Jesus Christ, Medea!" He screams as he panickedly tries to bring you back to your feet. The action, although good intentioned, does more harm then good as he accidentally presses against your broken bones, sending waves of sharp agonizing pain through your body, causing you to drop to the floor screaming.
"Shit! Shit! I'm sorry!" He stutters out, his voice high pitched from his sheer panic.
"Fucking shit!" You scream as pain radiates through your body. "I think I broke something!"
"Oh, God... I knew something like this would happen!" Lucas mutters out quickly as he paces around you, hands running through his hair. "What the fuck happened?!"
"I don't fucking know!" You screamed at him, trying to force down the pain to no effect. "All I know was that I threw myself against a fucking wall!"
"I told you this was a bad idea!" He yells. "And now
you are hurt! Christ, can this get any fucking worse?!"
"I had to try..." You say as you manage to push yourself to you feet, but not without a great amount of pain from your protesting broken bones. "I needed to help, Sierra..."
"And how does blowing yourself across the room and breaking some of your ribs
help, Medea?"
"I didn't know... this would happen..." You breathe out, trying to keep yourself from passing out from the pain. "I'm still trying to learn how to do all this..."
"Medea..." He said quietly, his eyes looking at you with great concern. "Never do this again..."
"But-"
Lucas raises a hand and gives you a stern look. "No. Okay? No. Look, I get you want to help and you feel like you can use this... power of your's to do that, but this is dangerous. I mean, so far all you've managed to do was make a light, disappear, and now hurt yourself."
...And made yourself feel drained, but you didn't want to interrupt him and let him know this was your third screw up.
His expression softened a bit. In that moment, he looked incredibly sad. "Medea, you are my friend. I don't want you to end up killing yourself just because you can't handle this. So please, I'm begging you not to do this again."
"Lucas, I-"
"Medea...?"
You and Lucas whip your heads around towards the sound of the voice, seeing Sierra slowly coming to. The two of you quickly rushed over to her, which hurt to do in your case, and knelt by her side.
"Sierra! You're awake! Thank God!" Lucas exclaimed as he forced your best friend to focus on him.
"Lucas...?" She muttered, looking at him with a dazed look, her eyes unfocused. "Where's Medea...?"
"I'm right here, Sierra..." You grunted out as you try to suppress the pain caused by your broken bones.
She turns her head slowly towards your direction, your dull eyes looking you over before smiling softly. "I'm glad you are alright..."
"Wish I could say the same," You say sadly. "you look terrible..."
"I
feel terrible..." She says as she looks down towards the ground with a pained look. "My head feels like it is full of felt, my insides feel like they are on fire..."
"Sierra, what happened to you?" Lucas asks.
"It's all a little fuzzy..." She says, rubbing her eyes. "Last thing I remember was getting the shit kicked out of me... I was unconscious for a while then when I woke up I was chained up and had something forced down my throat... Then I passed out again..."
"Anything else?" You pressed. "What did this to you?"
"I don't-"
Suddenly her eyes shot wide open. Quickly you best friend shot forward, landing on her hands, then started heaving until she start vomiting up a foul black liquid, which splashing against the stone ground. The moment her vomit exits her mouth you are hit by this stench that smelled of rotting fish. You wrinkled your nose in disgust as you lean forward and hold back Sierra's hair as she pukes her guts out.
"Thank you..." She mutters before continuing to vomit. Sierra continues to vomit for a few more moments but eventually she start to regain her compose herself, breathing heavily as she leans over the pool of her black vomit.
"You good?" You ask as you pat her back.
"Well... I've stop puking for the moment... So there's that..." She replies between her heavy panting. She rights herself and looks over herself, seeing the flannel bandages that covered her she furrowed her brow. "What happened to my jacket?"
"Oh... Uh, I sorta tore it up to make those bandages on you. It, uh, didn't quite work out like I had planned..." You explain, rubbing the back of your head. "I'm sorry... I know how much you loved that jacket..."
"It's fine. It got fucked up earlier anyway..." She says with a sigh. Slowly she pushed herself up from the ground, standing to her full height. As she stands she sways, clearly having trouble keeping her balance.
"Are you going to be okay?" You ask as you stand up as well, wincing from a sharp pain from your back.
"No..." She mutters as she continues to sway unsteadily. Lucas moves to her side and hooks her arm around his shoulder to support her weight. "Thanks, Lucas..."
"No problem." He nods. "Let's get outta here."
The three of you began to move out of the small room and back into the hall, carefully stepping over Sierra's black vomit puddle. As you slowly walked down the hall you looked over to Sierra and Lucas with a sad look. You'd help Lucas with Sierra, but with your broken bones you aren't even sure how helpful you'd be. That said the throbbing pain of your broken bones was making you feel more than a little light headed, the world spinning ever so slightly within your vision.
"Hey, Medea?" Sierra says, drawing your attention.
"Yeah?"
"Talk to me."
"...About?"
"Anything." She says. "Just anything
but what's going on... I just want to have a somewhat normal conversation to remind me that I'm still sane..."
To remind her that she's sane? Was she doubting her sanity? Given your current situation, you can't blame her. This is all crazy. Shit, you don't know if you're sane at this point. Does a crazy person know they are crazy? Or is a crazy person unaware of their insanity? Still, you can respect her request. Maybe having a normal conversation might help ease the tension. But what to talk about? You think for a moment in silence, when an idea for a conversation came to you.
"Do you remember..."
[ ] "...how we met, Sierra?"
[ ] "...how we met Lucas?"
[ ] "...how we met Danielle?"
[ ] "...how we met Eli?"
[ ] Cast a spell - Write in (Secondary option may be taken)
(we're dead)
