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the elegant rachel m. corner ([info]malengled) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2012-02-09 14:42:00


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Entry tags:gabriel corner, rachel corner

Gabriel :X
"Are you feeling up to visitors?"

The question startled her, drawing Rachel out of her pensive reverie. Time was still getting away from her, so she was unsure how long she had been awake, but the minutes seemed to stretch on and on when she was by herself, easily getting lost in the swirling confusion of her thoughts. They said most of the physical ailments had been attended to, burns, lacerations, broken bones, that sort of thing, but she hardly felt well. The vague but ever-present, all-encompassing soreness and throbbing head were uncomfortable, of course, but there was more that disturbed her. She had the feeling she was missing something, forgetting something, like leaving a pot to boil. But the murkiness was gone. Even if the pain pulsing behind her eyes was just shy of causing them to water, she could see things much clearer now, literally and figuratively. At the very least, Rachel remembered she'd been awake earlier, though couldn't have said what transpired. That, a different nurse had said, was an improvement from before. An unsettling piece of news, but she appeared to be recovering.

Even if she couldn't quite remember from what, but no one was hard-pressed to tell her more than "unfortunate incident" and "totally normal, don't worry." Surprisingly, she wasn't terribly bothered, but that may have been the effect of the overwhelming tiredness and slightly unfocused head.

"There's someone who'd like to see you." The witch in the purple robes looked familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place her. Rachel assumed she'd been one to treat her earlier.

Believing she knew who the visitor was, she had her doubts about such a statement. Really, she just didn't know what she was going to say.

"All right," she said quietly, closing her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, a man, not who she expected, stood in the doorway. Blinking in quick succession, though regretting the action, her brows tugged together. "Yes?"



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[info]malengled
2012-02-13 10:35 pm UTC (link)
Her heart was in her throat as she saw the way he was looking at her. Rachel had been uneasy with him from the moment he'd entered the room, more so because his face was almost hauntingly-familiar to her, but as she watched his outburst escalate, that turned into alarm. As her heart stuttered erratically inside her chest, fear had adrenaline coursing through her, turning everything from soft and clouded to painful clarity. No longer leashed by a lingering haze of coma-like sleep, her heightening emotions had her mind racing with all sorts of images, of story, only like the pages of a book had been ripped out senselessly, leaving big dark spaces in their wake.

Now there were names being tossed at her, things she could not possibly reconcile with the gaping holes in her head, but he expected her to, he needed her to, and her head was throbbing, and she didn't know who he was, and all she could do was –

"Stop!" she cried, tears blurring her vision. Scrambling to a sitting position, the sore, wading-through-honey sensations no longer impeded her movements as she backed away from him until she was flush against the wall, shaking her aching head. She wasn't safe. But he'd called for someone—hadn't he? Where were they? She couldn't hear the sounds of approaching footsteps over the blood pounding in her ears. "Stop, please! I don't know you! I don't know what you're talking about!"

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[info]coverstory
2012-02-13 11:36 pm UTC (link)
There were healers and nurses rushing into the room now, but the movement, the frantic motions couldn't compare to how fast his mind was racing, how hard his heart was beating. Gabriel felt like he couldn't breath, his hand went to his chest to try and fix the strangling constriction in his chest. He didn't fight against the healer that was pushing him out of the room, and his eyes blinked furiously as he was pushed out of the dark of Rachel's room to the brightly lit corridor.

"What's wrong with her?" Gabriel snapped, throwing his hands up, shaking, he couldn't stop shaking. He paced away quickly, trying to settle his mind, trying to think, but nothing was making any sense to him. He couldn't focus on anything but Rachel, he couldn't hear the healer's diagnosis, he couldn't hear the logic behind the words, he couldn't make sense of anything. "She thinks it's the seventies! She thinks---she doesn't know---"

"Mister. Corner, you're going to have to let us run some more tests, if what you're saying is true then it appears that her memory loss is more severe than---"

"More severe?!" Gabriel let out loudly, wanting to push past the healer to go back into Rachel's room. The door had been shut and her healer was keeping a tight grip on his arm and he pulled away harshly. "More---she doesn't know who I am! She doesn't--" His voice cracked and he stopped struggling against the healer, backing away. His hands went to his head, fingers curling around his hair as he tried to catch his breath, as he tried to keep himself from choking on the words and his tears. Gabriel pressed his mouth shut tightly as he attempted to hold everything back, and he shot a terrified look at the healer, "How could she not know who I am?"

"Please---Gabriel, we won't know for sure until more tests are done, but with her history of memory loss it doesn't seem...You need to remain calm!"

He couldn't breath, he couldn't breath and he needed answers right now before he lost his mind. Gabriel could not possibly understand what was going on; some tiny voice in his head was trying to explain the logic behind it all was being drowned out by the fear that he'd lost Rachel for good, and Gabriel could not keep down the terrifying feeling of loss. It consumed him, it wrapped itself up around every inch of his body and made it impossible for him to hear whatever the healer was trying to explain. Rachel didn't remember him, and she hadn't gained her memory back the last time and---he couldn't---His hands covered his face and he dropped back against the wall of the corridor, but his legs buckled under the stress and he slid to the ground. This couldn't be happening, she'd survived the attack just to have her whole life taken away from her?

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