11-07-2016, 01:03 PM
Indecision flashed discomfort across his features. Perhaps she asked too much, but it was why she asked rather than acted. He deserved the choice.
Morven retreated to shutter the blinds, but moreso to give Sage space to work through the bite of his demons. "I think a locked door might encourage more questions."
The whispered words might be permission, but he looked braced for something terrible. Given what she now knew of him and his past it simply wasn't enough to ease her own conscience - even if she considered it for his own good. So while the doctor in her itched to discover what she could of his condition, morality softened her expression into patience. She moved closer, but did not touch him; only explained the process as best she could, given there were no terms for any of this.
"They look like threads to me, made of light, and they... braid together into patterns that will sink beneath your skin. The process provides feedback, like a scan I suppose. That's all I'll do. There's no schooling for it, but I've had the ability since I was nineteen. This isn't an experiment. But I won't force you, and I certainly won't make you do something you're uncomfortable with."
If he changed his mind she would abide by it, and it was only after he agreed the second time that she pressed her hand to his temple. It wasn't strictly necessary to close her eyes, but it did help her to concentrate as the power warmed her from the inside out and flowed into him. A moment later she retreated, frowning.
"There's damage to your brain tissue, and the resultant swelling is causing pressure - the likely cause of both the headaches and blackouts. It's probably been happening incrementally for years before you've had symptoms."
She paused. That was not new news, but it certainly gave her a clearer picture - the injury spread like poison. It made her wonder what his parents' long term prospects had been - or had they even considered that their experiment would work, let alone live to prosper?
"I can adjust your medication to help ease the swelling and relieve symptoms, but it won't reverse the damage already done or stop the progression of it."
She didn't say it, but doubt plagued her opinion - that even if Marcil was able to fix the tech, Sage might find himself in the same situation twenty years from now. "I could try to do something to help - but I won't lie to you, it would be a risk."
Morven retreated to shutter the blinds, but moreso to give Sage space to work through the bite of his demons. "I think a locked door might encourage more questions."
The whispered words might be permission, but he looked braced for something terrible. Given what she now knew of him and his past it simply wasn't enough to ease her own conscience - even if she considered it for his own good. So while the doctor in her itched to discover what she could of his condition, morality softened her expression into patience. She moved closer, but did not touch him; only explained the process as best she could, given there were no terms for any of this.
"They look like threads to me, made of light, and they... braid together into patterns that will sink beneath your skin. The process provides feedback, like a scan I suppose. That's all I'll do. There's no schooling for it, but I've had the ability since I was nineteen. This isn't an experiment. But I won't force you, and I certainly won't make you do something you're uncomfortable with."
If he changed his mind she would abide by it, and it was only after he agreed the second time that she pressed her hand to his temple. It wasn't strictly necessary to close her eyes, but it did help her to concentrate as the power warmed her from the inside out and flowed into him. A moment later she retreated, frowning.
"There's damage to your brain tissue, and the resultant swelling is causing pressure - the likely cause of both the headaches and blackouts. It's probably been happening incrementally for years before you've had symptoms."
She paused. That was not new news, but it certainly gave her a clearer picture - the injury spread like poison. It made her wonder what his parents' long term prospects had been - or had they even considered that their experiment would work, let alone live to prosper?
"I can adjust your medication to help ease the swelling and relieve symptoms, but it won't reverse the damage already done or stop the progression of it."
She didn't say it, but doubt plagued her opinion - that even if Marcil was able to fix the tech, Sage might find himself in the same situation twenty years from now. "I could try to do something to help - but I won't lie to you, it would be a risk."