paying the price

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Was she imagining the voices, the drum of hurried footsteps around her? No; she recognized them. Vai's startled curses, Emmett's bewildered reply, and Maea wanted to soothe them, reassure that the was alright, would be just fine... Her attempt to sit up and speak was cut short by a nasty rattle through the chest however, and even as she doubled up against the pain and the spasms she felt the healer woman's hands around her head, voice soothing. Like Rory's had been, when he caught her. Like Jigano's, despite the tension that had plagued it. Were they alright? What of Roana, and Lucas, and those who had gone upstairs? Sam? Warmth suddenly blossomed against her skin, spreading from Vervain's hands. Like warm water it seeped through all of her body, fighting the poison that ate away at her insides and began to mend the damage that vad been done. The albino girl stilled under the touch, relaxed and drew for breath; some of the blueness faded from her lips, but though her eyes were open she did not appear to be entirely there.