[ Alan moves back when Estevez tells him to, but not by much. Something's wrong, and he doesn't know what the hell it is. One minute, things seemed as normal as they could in a place and a situation like the one they're all in. The next minute, all hell broke loose.
He's dimly aware of Steve and Saga shouting back at each other, arguing, but all he's focused on is Jesse. He doesn't know what to do; is Polaris overwhelming her for some reason? Is it the Dark Presence? Scratch? What the hell?
Maybe it looks odd to anyone watching, but Alan stands up, turns around, and goes back into the office long enough to grab the pillows from the couch and brings them back over to where Jesse is on the floor. If she has a seizure or collapses more than she already is, he doesn't want her getting hurt.
He sees Jesse's hand move, but there's nothing there. She's grabbing at nothing. It's pure speculation, pure assumption, but the look on her face that isn't just a look of sheer pain is distant. Far away. She's seeing something else. Maybe she's gone somewhere else. Gone where? I don't think I can call her back.
He holds out a hand slowly, not going all the way to reach out and touch Jesse. What if I make it worse?
He freezes because something has just formed in Jesse's hand. A gun. Not just any gun, either. It's the gun Jesse used against the Taken, and now that Alan's seeing it, he's certain it's no ordinary weapon. It's dangerous. Powerful. It has to be, if Jesse can use it. Is that why Steve pulled Saga out of the room? Can I-
Alan's thoughts come to a halt when he hears Jesse gasp. He feels his hand shaking and he clenches it into a fist to stop it. ]
...Jesse? [ His own voice sounds scared, and his nerves aren't eased in the least when he sees her falling slowly to the side. Of course he doesn't react in time to catch her, but he just barely manages to shove the pillows beneath her, hoping they cushion her fall even a little.
This is bad. This is really bad. Shit- She's bleeding.
Alan's hand is still outstretched but stopped as though he's afraid to touch her and set off another attack. Maybe if I don't actually touch her, just... just try to stop the bleeding.
He pulls off the flannel shirt and looks it over trying to find an area that's cleaner than the rest. It takes a minute, but he finds a spot that looks serviceable, and he folds it up carefully and presses it first to her ear, counts out a minute in his head, and then shifts it to press against her nose. She's lying on the other ear, so he can't reach that one, and he's afraid to move her to do it.
I should be doing more. This doesn't feel like enough. But what more can I do?
He's no doctor or paramedic, but he can't just leave her lying there bleeding. ]
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He's dimly aware of Steve and Saga shouting back at each other, arguing, but all he's focused on is Jesse. He doesn't know what to do; is Polaris overwhelming her for some reason? Is it the Dark Presence? Scratch? What the hell?
Maybe it looks odd to anyone watching, but Alan stands up, turns around, and goes back into the office long enough to grab the pillows from the couch and brings them back over to where Jesse is on the floor. If she has a seizure or collapses more than she already is, he doesn't want her getting hurt.
He sees Jesse's hand move, but there's nothing there. She's grabbing at nothing. It's pure speculation, pure assumption, but the look on her face that isn't just a look of sheer pain is distant. Far away. She's seeing something else. Maybe she's gone somewhere else. Gone where? I don't think I can call her back.
He holds out a hand slowly, not going all the way to reach out and touch Jesse. What if I make it worse?
He freezes because something has just formed in Jesse's hand. A gun. Not just any gun, either. It's the gun Jesse used against the Taken, and now that Alan's seeing it, he's certain it's no ordinary weapon. It's dangerous. Powerful. It has to be, if Jesse can use it. Is that why Steve pulled Saga out of the room? Can I-
Alan's thoughts come to a halt when he hears Jesse gasp. He feels his hand shaking and he clenches it into a fist to stop it. ]
...Jesse? [ His own voice sounds scared, and his nerves aren't eased in the least when he sees her falling slowly to the side. Of course he doesn't react in time to catch her, but he just barely manages to shove the pillows beneath her, hoping they cushion her fall even a little.
This is bad. This is really bad. Shit- She's bleeding.
Alan's hand is still outstretched but stopped as though he's afraid to touch her and set off another attack. Maybe if I don't actually touch her, just... just try to stop the bleeding.
He pulls off the flannel shirt and looks it over trying to find an area that's cleaner than the rest. It takes a minute, but he finds a spot that looks serviceable, and he folds it up carefully and presses it first to her ear, counts out a minute in his head, and then shifts it to press against her nose. She's lying on the other ear, so he can't reach that one, and he's afraid to move her to do it.
I should be doing more. This doesn't feel like enough. But what more can I do?
He's no doctor or paramedic, but he can't just leave her lying there bleeding. ]