Alexia Preston
Character
"How is the patient?" Alexia asked, stepping into the examination room. In the center lay a boy about seven years old, hooked to monitoring machines. He wore only a hospital gown, his exposed skin covered in a thin veil of sweat as toxins raced through his body. He had collapsed about four hours ago and was brought to the healing facility, where his parents were told he would die. That was before, of course, Master Preston selected him for a live demo. She was looking for those who may be interested or who may show aptitude in her special ability. Passing on her knowledge from one to another.
"Fever is 105 and rising. Heart rate at dangerously elevated levels. Displaying no signs on consciousness and we are unable to find a vein. Last blood tests from an hour ago show the blood is carrying the pollution to vital organs."
Alexia smiled. The boy's appendix had burst, and he must have gone on without complaining of the pain. He was quite young, of course. The perfect size, since he would not take long. She looked up towards the glass pane that separated her from the observation room she hoped would be full of future Sith learners. The case was simple enough, with two clear outcomes. She would save him or he would die, with no in between.
"Art of the Small is a subtle skill, and will take practice," she spoke. Alexia moved to the table, placing one hand on the boy's forehead and the other on his chest. He was barely breathing and the contact did not even make his eyes open. "But once you master it, you can choose how you wish to play God ..."
She closed her eyes, and the process began. Those using the Force to witness the events unfolding would experience a sudden void of the Force where the Sith Mistress' presence once was. She began by focusing on the boy's heartbeat, each double this becoming an all encompassing guide as her Force presence was compressed enough to feel the biological makeup of the child. Alexia moved from the heart to his bloodstream, filled with dark fuzzy molecules of toxin. She began to take them, cell at a time, and destroy them.
After an hour, the boy's heart slowed to normal.
And after three hours, as his fever abated, the color began to return to his cheeks.
And four hours into the process, a now exhausted Sith Master finally opened her eyes and took two steps back. Next to her on the table, the boy began to stir.
"He isn't completely healed," she said, looking at glass and wondering who may have the patience to stay behind. To see what could be accomplished. "But, he will live. Any with questions are welcome to join me," she said, lifting a hand to the side to indicate an entryway into the operating room.
@[member="Eruna Delmarra"] @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] @[member="Tamara"] @[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Tormax Tryte"]
"Fever is 105 and rising. Heart rate at dangerously elevated levels. Displaying no signs on consciousness and we are unable to find a vein. Last blood tests from an hour ago show the blood is carrying the pollution to vital organs."
Alexia smiled. The boy's appendix had burst, and he must have gone on without complaining of the pain. He was quite young, of course. The perfect size, since he would not take long. She looked up towards the glass pane that separated her from the observation room she hoped would be full of future Sith learners. The case was simple enough, with two clear outcomes. She would save him or he would die, with no in between.
"Art of the Small is a subtle skill, and will take practice," she spoke. Alexia moved to the table, placing one hand on the boy's forehead and the other on his chest. He was barely breathing and the contact did not even make his eyes open. "But once you master it, you can choose how you wish to play God ..."
She closed her eyes, and the process began. Those using the Force to witness the events unfolding would experience a sudden void of the Force where the Sith Mistress' presence once was. She began by focusing on the boy's heartbeat, each double this becoming an all encompassing guide as her Force presence was compressed enough to feel the biological makeup of the child. Alexia moved from the heart to his bloodstream, filled with dark fuzzy molecules of toxin. She began to take them, cell at a time, and destroy them.
After an hour, the boy's heart slowed to normal.
And after three hours, as his fever abated, the color began to return to his cheeks.
And four hours into the process, a now exhausted Sith Master finally opened her eyes and took two steps back. Next to her on the table, the boy began to stir.
"He isn't completely healed," she said, looking at glass and wondering who may have the patience to stay behind. To see what could be accomplished. "But, he will live. Any with questions are welcome to join me," she said, lifting a hand to the side to indicate an entryway into the operating room.
@[member="Eruna Delmarra"] @[member="Balaya Zambrano"] @[member="Tamara"] @[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Tormax Tryte"]