R E A P E R
The warm sensation of a force heals coursed through Allyson’s body. She could feel the pain slowly making its way out of her body. Her mouth moved, forming the outlines of curse words as she struggled to try and fight it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the doctor. If only the doctor was the girl she had been hoping to wake up to, if only the doctor knew how to get her memories back, and if only the doctor could just let her go. Allyson listened the best she could, but her mind was in such a terrible state she didn’t know what to think.
There was nothing left for her, if this girl in her mind was gone – then there was nothing to live for. What would she do now, go on and continue to fight? What would there be to fight for? Maybe the girl wasn’t alive anymore and maybe this doctor was supposed to be someone important to her. Still Allyson didn’t understand why the woman was so hell bent on keeping her alive. Hands wrapped around [member="Hazel Zanteres"]‘ wrists, Allyson attempted to pull them from her face, attempting to stop the healing process before it finished and brought her back to square one.
Her body ached with weakness as she couldn’t budge the doctor. It was either the woman had an iron will to keep healing or Allyson’s body was still completely weak from the coma and the trauma she had endured. The words of the woman echoed in her mind as Allyson could feel herself losing this battle. Tears streamed down her face, clinging and pooling around Hazel’s hands. What more could she do? If this Doctor was so determined to make sure she lived, there was no fighting it. An overwhelming surge of emotions washed over the Corellian agent, the face that stared at her blinded her and her weak and fragmented memories began to twist her reality.
The face she would fall asleep to, suddenly appeared to her. A look of calm and serenity washed over Allyson’s face. Suddenly and without any warning, the agent’s hands grasped at the doctor’s lab coat and pulled her closer. Eyes closed Allyson felt her lips desperately touch the Doctor’s – maybe something would spark a memory, maybe this would be the key that unlocked more of her memories of the woman she dreamed of. If neither occurred, at least it would probably distract the woman from healing her.
There was nothing left for her, if this girl in her mind was gone – then there was nothing to live for. What would she do now, go on and continue to fight? What would there be to fight for? Maybe the girl wasn’t alive anymore and maybe this doctor was supposed to be someone important to her. Still Allyson didn’t understand why the woman was so hell bent on keeping her alive. Hands wrapped around [member="Hazel Zanteres"]‘ wrists, Allyson attempted to pull them from her face, attempting to stop the healing process before it finished and brought her back to square one.
Her body ached with weakness as she couldn’t budge the doctor. It was either the woman had an iron will to keep healing or Allyson’s body was still completely weak from the coma and the trauma she had endured. The words of the woman echoed in her mind as Allyson could feel herself losing this battle. Tears streamed down her face, clinging and pooling around Hazel’s hands. What more could she do? If this Doctor was so determined to make sure she lived, there was no fighting it. An overwhelming surge of emotions washed over the Corellian agent, the face that stared at her blinded her and her weak and fragmented memories began to twist her reality.
The face she would fall asleep to, suddenly appeared to her. A look of calm and serenity washed over Allyson’s face. Suddenly and without any warning, the agent’s hands grasped at the doctor’s lab coat and pulled her closer. Eyes closed Allyson felt her lips desperately touch the Doctor’s – maybe something would spark a memory, maybe this would be the key that unlocked more of her memories of the woman she dreamed of. If neither occurred, at least it would probably distract the woman from healing her.