RP:A Look Inside a Genasi

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Sabrina pushed open the door, half dragging the rest of Emi through the pass and guiding her to the stainless table central to the healing quarters. She lets her gather herself there while heading to the kitchen with a pair of empty bowls intended for clean water. She discards the fluffy kitten ears from the Witch’s ball and exits the kitchen with a clean face and water dripping from her elbows. Both bowls are filled and placed at the utility stand nearest the operating table. Several instruments are laid out carefully and she instructs Emi to “remove your garments. Please.” The extravagant Peacock costume would not do for what was about to unfold. Krice agreed there was a parasitic creature from the underdark within the small girl and Sabrina meant to remove it as soon as possible.

Krice was visibly a little more at ease since they left the borders of Xalious, walking quietly behind the two women. His steps were enough slower than theirs that he every so often lagged behind, but a couple more catch-up steps bridged the space between them without problem. He was the sentinel of the group, on the lookout for trouble, his gaze sharp and attentive but half-lidded. Whatever had bothered him in Xalious lingered, it seemed, but he was in control of himself and his faculties and thus remained with the women to provide them protection against unwanted situations. Even slightly weakened as he was, he still provided an imposing image to those looking to cause trouble. As the women entered Sabrina's home, the warrior assisted in placing Emilia on the table and proceeded to linger outside to keep watch, leaning his right shoulder into the door frame. Here, alone, he could get his bearings and focus on Emilia's upcoming surgery.

Emilia did not remember the trip home, it was much a blurr to the little woman. Ara, home. Standing beside the stainless table the Genasi did not wait for Sabrina to return decostumed from the ball to start stripping her gown and corset off from the outing, leaving the under-slip on for the sake of not standing around naked for nothing. Turning her gaze toward Sabrina she raised a brow trying to discern which of the two elves was the real one before shrugging. It was not like a naked person is a new sight for the master healer. And with that she let her shoulders drop as the fabric fell from her skin and bone person onto the floor below, kicked aside to fall with the rest of her outfit. Using the table to support her stance she turned to Sabrina, “You can tell Krice if he wants to watch he can come in, I don’t care.” It was for science, right? Well, life saving and science. “Oh, can we keep whatever it is?”

Sabrina was appreciative for Krice’s help. Even as withered as Emilia had become she was still a whole person and the Elfess was not known for her strength. She looks at the mess on the floor. “Krice will do what Krice will do.” She was still eyeballing the garments. “If Krice wanted, he could even tidy up your remnants.” She wasn’t too cross as she helped Emi position hereself. She hoped the table wouldn’t be too cold, but then the Genasi probably welcomed it. First thing first she soaped up a clean rag and dipped it into the water. After wringing it out she proceeded to wipe clean the area she was about to cut into. She would let it air dry for the most part while she ventured to the runelit shelving to procure a series of small vials she mean to inject into the woman to ease the stress and pain of what she was about to endure. “Do you want to watch?” She judged two similar looking bottles, one only slightly bluer than the other. Her question came with a smile, she knew how much Emilia liked to learn, though in her experience most people could not mental their way around watching their own insides being outed.

Krice released a small sigh and turned his gaze down the little pathway that lead up to Sabrina's home, the door cracked enough for them to hear him when he spoke. He answered Emilia's invite with a gruff, " I don't want to watch. Don't wanna." Following this, toward Sabrina, he called, " But if you need my help, just ask." The warrior wasn't at risk of keeling over anymore, but he still looked a little less strong than usual - to those who knew him, anyway. Outside eyes wouldn't be able to tell.

Emilia had to holler back at Krice through the cracked door, “But! You should take notes because Callamyre would want them!” It was something she remembered about the woman she’d not seen in some time, but her attention was back on Sabrina with her question, “Yes, I want to watch...” She watched herself give birth to her children, until Leone spliced her open and she passed out, but Em was more human at that time. The Genasi would be mindful to follow all instructions from Sabrina as she lay on the table about to be cut open. Waiting and watching with an interested gaze in everything the other woman did.

Sabrina wasn’t about to ask him for help. From what she could glean there were a fair few items in her house that may not agree with him. A small mess of clothes she could handle, the warrior would not be summoned unless there was a real threat she could not handle on her own, i.e. Emi falling off the table or something to that extent. She waited for Emilia’s response and with a grin selected the appropriate bottle. Pain or no, Sabrina would not allow Emilia’s body the stress of feeling every little thing that happened to it, and so she combined the six medications into two separate syringes, placing them on the utility table with the tools of her trade. After a moment of thought she procures a large glass tank and places it on the floor beside Emi. “There is a good chance we can save the specimen and you can take it to this Callamyre when we’re finished. She finished laying Emi back, propping her in a way she could mostly see what was going on. Thin fingers poke and prod and only the slightest strand seemed out of the ordinary- easily missed if one did not already know what they were looking for. She draws a line vertically, off-center and just under Emilia’s rib cage which was far easier to find than she’d have liked. A pair of thin tongs pinches a cloth soaked in a reddish liquid that is quite cold when she begins wiping the substance all over Emi’s middle, well beyond the area dedicated to future incision. The medications are then injected properly to Emilia’s vein via her non-dominant appendage. “You will need to focus some, if you plan on staying awake for this.”

Krice 's brows furrowed at Emilia's mention of Callamyre. Yes... of course the vampiric scientist would want notes. Rather than talk on that subject just yet, he called back to Emilia a casual, " You don't have to shout. I can hear you fine." He of super-hearing. Sabrina's re-mention of Callamyre caused the warrior some kind of effect and he lowered his head, wiping his left hand over his face and into his hair in a gesture of exasperation. Perhaps it wasn't mention of the vampire, but rather, whatever ailed him that caused him to behave that way. Turning to throw his voice over a shoulder, he said, " Try to keep it. That's something Calla would be interested to study..." As Sabrina prepared the necessary medicines to tend to Emilia's parasitic problem, the silver-haired enigma perked at the smells of the six different liquids and lifted his chin, grimacing slightly. " Those are strong," he mumbled, noting the potency of their scents. Thereafter, he was quiet, allowing Sabrina to concentrate.

Emilia felt a little silly laying on an operating table in the home she stayed in with the one she called her best friend about to slice her open to remove who knows what from within her stomach. It was a strange way to be propped up like a strange doll in a dollhouse on one of those funky made little couches. The red liquid made what white flesh surrounding it stand out under the light of the room, but for the Genasi she couldn’t tell at all that it should have been cold. Bright eyes watched as the needles entered her chilled flesh, glancing away only as the contents was injected. There was a strange rush of a high that she could feel as it spread through her veins, something oddly enjoyable, but perhaps that was the point of the drug. A drugged up Genasi could be a very odd thing to be working with, luckily for Sabrina she wasn’t a talkative non-sense patient on her table. Focus. It was a single world Em would be repeating to herself over and over again as she strained past the relaxation that could easily put her to sleep. “Whell, lwets swee whaaats inswide,” she spoke through the grog from the drugs, sounding a little drunken then added directed toward Krice, “Eff I dwye no’s I lwouve ju lek a bwothur.” Odd, but she’d surely become fond of the silver haired warrior always saving her life. She couldn’t exactly say what the insides for a Genasi anatomy was like compared to other monster-like people.

Sabrina was almost happy by now, feeling better that Emi opted for wakefulness as she realized that a world going dark was probably a least-wanted outcome. A soft clothe is brought up around Sabrina’s mouth and nose before she picks up the mithril scalpel and begins dictating the method. “This incision is made on the abdomen below the rib cage. The cut starts under the mid-axillary line below the ribs on the right side of the abdomen and continues to the central point of the abdomen to expose the necessary organs.” There is surprisingly little blood, the medical concoction she previously made and administered slowed the heart rate enough to fool the body into a near hibernative state. “For the most part your organs are similar to that of a human…” a fiddle and poke with her instrument “ crystalized fatty tissues imply a protective layer, presumably the body’s defense to your colder state.” Clamps are used to hold the incision open and again she delves to the deeper layers, dictating as she goes until she comes across the stomach and pierces the bulged organ to view its contents. The smell that came with it was like no other and it was all the elfess had to not vomit in her rags. “That is not normal.”

Krice passed a glance over his shoulder toward Emilia following her admission of love, something that was not new to him from her, but still... she topped it with 'if I die'. Thanks. The warrior grumbled quietly and returned his attention to the nearby river, watching water flow by as if nothing could faze it. With his attention ahead, the silver-haired enigma kept his hearing attuned to the women behind him, in the house, in particular Sabrina's description of her discoveries and methods. Hopefully the parasite would not take long to find, and hopefully it would be easy to remove. The smell that came from that pierced organ caused the warrior to scrunch up his face and he turned, looking past the naked, open-stomach Genasi to stare at Sabrina from the doorway. " That's... not great."

Emilia was grateful to hear, even in her sluggish brain state, that she was mostly like a human on the inside. For Sabrina, she was mostly human on the inside with slight variation of the organs in how they sat in the body versus a humans placement and they were of a strange white-blue tone. Should a bone be seen they were made of an ice-like structure more so than bone, a cross making. Each organ itself was coated in a thin layer of something similar to ice, but more flexible almost like a slush-mesh coating. She was indeed unique inside and out. She listened and focused hard, harder than she had in a long time as if there was going to be a test after this procedure on the procedure itself. Then there was that smell, god-awful terrible smell. That was it, the Genasi in a matter of seconds was twisted to the side, facing away from Sabrina as she vomited, but it was a dry heave of vomit mixed with a black vile substance in a small amount.

Sabrina fights all urges to purge what contents were in her won stomach, though the reward would be little more than stomach bile. She finishes the incision on the stomach and soaks up a blackish ooze that surrounds a white and very plastic looking tubing. Large pincers negotiate a firm grip as the specimen is lifted. Longer and longer the thing had become before she finally calls on Krice for an extra pair of hands. The parasite was segmented. In between each section there was a glowy gristle filled with fat and an explanation to the loss of nutrients given how much food Emilia had actually consumed. It was fed well. It did little to put up a fight, and somewhere, some twenty or so inches in thin tentacles spiraled out as if searching for the confines of its home. The Elfess backed up, holding the worm as far from her body as possible as she prepared for the drop in the glass receptacle at her feet. It writhed and twisted and still… the ends had not freed themselves from within the small frame of the woman that housed it. She is already gesturing to Krice to pick up the spare pinchers and fish for every inch of that thing when the tail end slithers over and out of Emilia’s belly and appears to withdraw from the sanitized table. Like it felt pain. She’d guide its tail toward the awaiting bucket and keep a keen eye on Krice’s ministrations to find the head.

Krice was inside in an instant, forgoing his own suffering - whatever it was - to assist Sabrina with helping Emilia. He moved in, graceful and swift, and grabbed the spare tongs ready to pry out the remainder of that odd-looking and too-large-for-comfort worm from the Genasi's body. Poor girl. " Disgusting," he grumbled, but as Emilia curled over to vomit, and as Sabrina struggled to not, he was relatively unfazed by the smell. His training perhaps could be attributable to that, allowing him to focus on things outside of his acute sense of smell. With the tongs in his left hand, he reached over Emilia, apologized tenderly for her suffering, and moved the pincer-ends into her open flesh, following the long white length of the worm to find its head. It was a bit of an effort, not because he was lacking in strength but because the slippery parasite wriggled, trying to burrow deeper into the Genasi's body, seeking protection. With enough pressure to keep it locked in hold but not to burst its head open, the warrior carefully pulled the tongs back, seeking to withdraw the worm from Emilia once and for all. " We have to be mindful of anything it may have planted or hatched," he grunted quietly, disturbed by the entire ordeal. " Not a tree, Emi," reassured the warrior to the unwell woman.

Sabrina winced at the sloshy sound when the weight of its bigger half tore its upper half from Emilia’s form. The noise her body made when she heaved was reminiscent of air going through a wet tube and she could actually witness the flux in the blackened contents of her stomach. She wasn’t sure what to make of this, definitely a first. The puddle of wet gurgles settles into the oversized jar and Sabrina would have guessed the total length at around fifty-eight inches, give or take. The jar is slid across the floor to Krice, presumably to seal and transport to his weird scientist. Meanwhile Sabrina had continued the procedure. Thin fingers are actually pressed into the irritated and inflamed organ. “I am just making sure.” Krice was right, the search for hatchlings was a very real concern. She got a good look at the parasite and could without question conclude there was both a beginning and an end, implying they got it out in one piece. Which was good. The tools had been abandoned and her eyes focus keenly on Emi’s own. This was the hurty part. This was why so strong of drugs. The linings of her stomach began to seal shut, omitting chance of contamination and infection before the next layer of muscle, soft tissue, fatty layer, and finally the skin that followed. By the time she had withdrawn there was not more than a faint pink line that would probably never go away. The scar was intentional; to remind Emi of the strength she underwent to survive this. Later, if the woman wanted, Sabrina would be more than capable of ridding her of it. Her hands were already shaking though, and the white rag that covered her mouth and nose began to shift as a puddle of crimson spread outward from its center.

Emilia is stuck in a nightmare, not because Krice is seeing her cut open and naked, that she could care less about. It is the fact that there is not a tree growing in her stomach, which would have been much nicer words to hear from the warrior, but not a tree was frightening. To that the Genasi was drugged up and fighting against those drugs so that she could watch what was going on. There was a giant worm, not a snake, a worm like thing within her stomach fighting to stay inside her belly. Such a problem of a not-tree-not-snake that it actually took not one but two people fighting to remove it. Callamyre would be very intrigued in this Thing. Watching two people wrestling an alien-thing out of your own stomach cut open on display, that was a nightmare. Only she was awake and it was a real life horror show. This was the point of watching crazy things happening that Emi let the drugs wins, let the focus faded away and her body succumb to the drugs. Slowly watching the two familiar faces fade into nothing but darkness, her body going limp on the table as Sabrina finished sealing the wounds. She was not dead, she was not suffering some crazed reaction to the healing, she was simply just out cold on the operating table. In a state of slumber, one she might be in for sometime while her body adjusted to being cut open and put back together again. Krice wasted no time. As soon as the head was pulled clear of Emilia, he moved to tuck the remainder of the odd parasite into the jar nudged his way by Sabrina, squishing the creature inside before securing the lid shut. With the parasite secured, Krice dropped the tongs to their respective place and lifted the jar carefully, moving it away from the two women. Once it was secured elsewhere, he returned to find Emilia out cold, a blessing for the Genasi, and Sabrina shaking with blood on a cloth that told of her exersion. He frowned, pensively, and reached out to hover his hand behind her, not touching but ready to help if she needed it. " Go lie down. I'll watch over her." He would not risk the woman's active runes unless he had no choice. Right now, with Sabrina still on her feet, still conscious, he chose to let her remain under her own power, but he was watchful, his intense gold-streaked gaze fixated on her.

Sabrina would have looked to Krice with some confusion if not for the warmth that spilled over her lip. The back of her wrist goes to blot the area only to come away with evidence of his worry. “Hm.” She moves briskly to the kitchen to clean off some of the muck, agreeing without agreeing that Krice would have his way. When she finally comes out she gestures to the door of her own bedroom and asks Krice to put her to bed there. She would, of course, take the couch. It wasn’t like she slept anyway, but rest was in order if she was to muster the energy for future healings this eve.

Krice watched Sabrina depart to clean up, and checked that his hands were clear of parasite-gunk. He was clean. When the healer returned, he asked for directions to get blankets or a sheet, something with which he would ultimately - tenderly - wrap up Emilia to keep her modest and comfortable as he lifted her from the table. Turning for the room, he paused just long enough to see Sabrina find the couch, telling her in passing, " Don't do anything. Just rest."

Sabrina salutes Krice and sinks into the cushions. By the time he’d have come from resting Emilia the Elfess would have been lost in a sort of slumber that was less like sleep and more of a catatonic state; she was aware of her surroundings but to weak to respond. This was normal and would pass in time.