The Rebellion [Advanced rp, Open, Accepting]

[My Pearl Angel]

Brynn's mind was in turmoil. She was passed out, that much she knew. She'd come back to semi-consciouness with flitting fragments of thought attempting to connect themselves in her head. Through slits in her eyelids she saw the ceiling move first closer to her face and then it began to move steadily in one direction. She became aware of strong arms holding her, their gentle swaying of her body accompanied with a constant murmur that lulled her despite her pain. "...Brynn...Brynn...I'm taking you to Rosen. You're going to be okay." She didn't recognize the voice but she managed a throaty chuckle as she thought sarcastically, Oh yes, I'm going to be okay when my body is as messed up as this and I have no idea how it got that way. She heard Rosen and the...boy? Man? She couldn't really see his face. Her vision was blurring. As if I didn't have enough things going wrong, she thought angrily, but the pain surged over her and she passed out again.
She came back to reality with a groan and grinding her teeth, realized whoever it was who'd picked her up had laid her on her aching back. She slowly turned over onto her stomach, the extremely low-cut back exposing the angel-wing tattoos with the sword hilts sprouting out of their tops. Her waist-length blood red hair created a curtain on either side of her face that shielded her face from whoever it was and shielded them from her in return. She collapsed onto the pillow, nuzzling into it. It was soft, and she was hurting. She dozed into a sort of trance, unable to truly fall asleep becuz of the pain that lanced through the scars that covered 95% of her skin and the scabbards implanted in her back. She was keenly aware, however, of the footsteps pacing back and forth. She sensed a slight impatience with every footfall, and she wondered who would help her, let alone be brave enough to touch her and pick her up.

 

[PhantasmicRose]

A light and refreshing breakfast with entertaining companions never went unpunished for a rebel doctor, Rosen thought. At the sight of Brynn lying twitching and murmuring in Travis’ arms her brain locked into its calculating mode once more. She was all business now, her face a mask but her eyes gleaming with purpose. Rose breathed in deeply, steeling herself, and ducked into the room where Logan was waiting for a reply from Garter’s men. She came just in time to hear the worst.
“Garter says no deal,” a familiar dark voice called from the other end of the feed. It was uncharacteristically shaky this morning. “The fine people of this city don’t negotiate with rebel outlanders. We don’t even know if Lyn is still alive.”
“She is right here and you damn well know it!”Logan screamed, his frustration and impatience coloring his tone.
“May her sole go to God through Garter’s guidance.” There was a click, and then the feed went dead.
Rosen slowly crept back out of the room, deciding against telling Logan about Brynn. He didn’t need the added stress and there was nothing he could do to help right now anyway. She closed the door quickly and rushed down the hall toward her infirmary. Travis was already waiting impatiently for her inside.
“So you don’t have any idea what happened?” Rose asked in a cool voice as she breezed past him, going to the sink and retrieving some gloves from its side. They snapped against her skin as she pulled them on vigorously- a task that was done almost unconsciously now. Rosen lifted the mottled white cloth from around her neck and tugged it over her mouth. She didn’t bother with an apron or coat.
“I know as much as you do,” Travis said grimly, stopping in his anxious pacing for a moment. He watched Rosen approach the bedside and stare down at her patient with an odd expression. It looked almost like fear, but with the mask over her face it was hard to tell. It was gone as quickly as it had come and the doctor gave no indication that it had ever been there at all.
“So we know nothing,” Rosen said with indignation. Her eyes never left her patient as she spoke. “Travis, please be a dear and go over to that box over there. Bring it to me. It has my tools.”
While Travis busied himself with gathering her things, Rosen bent low at Brynn’s side and pulled the woman’s fitted shirt over her small frame so that her whole back was exposed, including the gruesome swords. Rose reached out and gently ran a hand down one of the angle tattoos, sighing softly to herself at the haunting sight. Her finger stopped at the left sword’s hilt when the flesh beneath her fingers tensed. She pulled her hand away.
“Brynn,” Rosen called in a slight and wispy voice, “Talk to me for a second. I know it hurts, but I don’t know where.”
“Everywhere. Everything. I feel like I’m on fire.” The face of the speaker was cloaked in crimson hair, but Rose could imagine the expression it held like it was painted before her. “But…the swords…”
Brynn moaned a bit, but that was all she managed to get out. The words were enough for Rosen to work with, however, and she briskly stood up from her painful crouched position and hovered over the woman’s back. Travis returned to her side then, his hands outstretched with the offer of her box. Rosen waved for him to put it on the desk beside her.
“I don’t know if Ms. Brynn can even tell us exactly what is wrong with her.” Rose’s eyes flew over her patient’s sinuous back and exhaled slowly. “But the swords are hurting her. I can work with that for now.”
Without further hesitation Rosen placed her hands deliberately on the left sword and pulled steadily. It came out with a sound of metal sliding against metal. To Rosen’s horror the tip was stained with blood, which could only mean that whoever designed the gruesome sheath hadn’t done the best of jobs and now the sword was pressing against something organic. Luckily it was nothing fatal, but the wound would cause serious pain. Rosen pulled out the second sword with less confidence, but she sighed in relief when it drew out bloodless. She passed the swords to Travis and instructed him to slide them under the bed.
Brynn was still moaning in pain every few passing moments. Rosen’s eyes scanned her flesh, searching for something that she could nurture, heal, repair. There were scars upon scars, but beyond the swords’ entrance holes there were no fresh wounds or any clues to what brought on the pain. Rose placed a hand on her cheek, smearing bright red blood across it. She bit her lip beneath the mask.
“Travis…I…I don’t think there is anything I can do for her. Without the proper anesthetics or tools I can’t operate around something so dangerous as the spine and trapezius. The tiniest of wrong moves would permanently cripple her. I….” Rosen sighed again, but this time she sounded hopeless and defeated. “I just don’t know enough about these swords. I can’t operate around what I can see. I’d be a butcher, not a doctor.”
Rosen slumped down into a chair at Brynn’s bedside. Her hair fell across her face, sticking to the smear of blood. She brushed it away with a frustrated swipe. In front of her, Brynn’s back heaved quickly with her sporadic breathing. Rose wondered how such a healthy and strong young woman like the one before her could fall like this. She reached out and touched two fingers to a scarred palm, counting the heartbeats. They were fast, but at least they were steady.
“Travis, please bring me a bucket with cool water and some rags.” Her voice was calm once more, but sounded flat. Rose waited an instant for Travis to be out of earshot before bending over Brynn.
“I’m so sorry dear. I need an x-ray, or a diagram. I need supplies. I need…I need a real hospital. I’ve given away the last of the drugs, so there is nothing to numb the pain. I can’t do a damn thing for you.” Rose stretched out a steady hand and pulled her patient’s shirt back down, covering up some of the tattoo. She withdrew the hand quickly, not wanting to disturb the already pained woman.
“I will find a way to help you with those sheaths, I promise. But for now all I can do is try and find the source of the rest of your pain. When you are ready, talk to me. This is a strange case, ever for me, and I’m going to need your help.”
Travis moved silently to Rose’s side, startling her slightly. She was getting more and more jumpy every day. He set the bucket of water at her side and she smile weakly.
“Thanks hun. You’re very helpful. I’m afraid there isn’t very much you can do anymore, though. None of us can.”
“Are you asking me to leave?” He seemed a little reluctant. Rosen shook her head slowly.
“No. No. Stay…please. Just until Allison gets here, at least. If something does happen I might need help.” Rose scooted the bucket of water closer to her legs and pulled out a ragged cloth from its depths. It dripped with cool water- the only cool water on the whole ship. Rose placed the rag on Brynn’s back and started rubbing it idly, working the sore muscles. Attempting to alleviate some of the pain, even temporarily, was the least that she could do for the poor woman.
“I’m sorry,” Rosen murmured again, pausing to strip off her gloves and mask. For now, her work was done.

 

[My Pearl Angel]

Brynn only barely managed to tell Rosen what her pain was like before she had to bite down on her tongue to keep herself from screaming. She cursed herself for the moan that she let slip between her teeth and nearly bit the pillow when Rosen withdrew the left sword. But when it was gone, the piercing pain she'd experienced mercifully regressed to a dull throb. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and her tensed muscles relaxed somewhat with their removal.
When Brynn heard Rosen apologizing to her and saying why she couldn't help, however, she shook her head resolutely. "Not...your fault..." she gasped. When Travis, whoever he was, came back with with the bucket and rags that Rosen'd sent him for, Brynn felt a cool, rubbing on her back. It hurt, it really did, but at the same time, it soothed her aching scars. She didn't know whether to keep allowing it or jump away from Rosen's healing touch. Brynn had an idea. "There is...something...you can do..." she managed to say, pushing herself up on her side and looking at the two through her hair, her crimson eyes gleaming. "Knock me...out..." Brynn's eyes flicked to Travis. "...You...Travis...knock me out..."

~Apologies for my extremely short posts. There isn't a lot of action that Brynn can get in on at this stage.~