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Julie has a medical emergency. And several other emergencies.
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"I would not normally do this, but circumstances are unusual." 

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Leareth's life-force goes chaotic the moment his heart stops beating, and Shavri loses the energy-link to him, and swears loudly - she starts to instinctively reach in and remembers she shouldn't touch him and swears even louder - 

She flings undirected Healing-energy at him, hard enough that her vision dims, just like she's done once before on a riverbed years ago. When she was a terrified child. 

Shavri isn't a child now, and she isn't terrified - she's furious

She shoves the sense-impression of her Sight, of Leareth's collapsing aura, directly at the Proto. 

:Dying! This is dying! Help me fix it!: 

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:I don't care if there's a copy of him! I want him alive!: 

She tries to show the Proto a mental image of Leareth's heart beating under her Sight, like it was before, but she's worried this is going to be another of those things that the Proto is inexplicably totally unable to understand. 

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FINE then she will just have to save his life by HERSELF. 

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The situation is sufficiently out-of-context that Leareth spends quite a few subjective-seconds looking around in bafflement before he makes the connection with a certain, fairly popular Valdemaran ballad. Herald Vanyel currently isn't speaking to him, but he's sung it to him before. 

"You are the avatar of a god," he says, flatly. "Why are you speaking to me." 

(And why couldn't it have been a thousand years earlier -) 

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"The constraints have changed." 

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"Can you be more specific." 

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The shadow-faced figure offers no answer. 

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It's not exactly complicated to generate for himself, though, once he has a minute to think, with (mostly) full information on the alien entity that infected him, and also his mind working. 

"My soul is not under your remit," he says. "You took special action. You...wish to send me back?" 

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A flicker of approval in those brilliant sapphire eyes, impossibly visible despite the shadowed face. 

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"A Power tried to kill me. The ship, the floor... But - not You?" He narrows his eyes. "It serves Your ends, for me to go back?"

Well, he would go back anyway, but to go back immediately. 

Maybe the Proto will actually just eat his corpse and grow uncontrollably, if he's no longer inhabiting it? Or maybe... 

They called it a weapon.

It's not, it's so much more than that - terrifyingly and awe-inspiring and the most important discovery of his two-thousand-year lifetime - but it is dangerous, in its...innocence, its ignorance and confusion, its smallness, incomplete and lacking the reasoning ability, it's like a tiny child that happens to be capable of complex multidimensional math... 

And somewhere, someone is taking the deeply ill-advised action of using that against their enemies. Another world is in danger. 

The foreign woman was talking to the Valdemaran Healer, about getting home - he tries to dredge up the fog-shrouded memory - she wasn't sure how her ship had done it, it shouldn't have been able to travel between stars, too far, but something happened - a 'wormhole', he thinks he remembers overhearing that thought-concept... 

It sounds like a Gate. 

He wouldn't have thought Gates between worlds could be possible, but - well, much of the problem is that no one has ever been there, to know the way. 

But the foreigner came from that world. And, perhaps more importantly, the Proto did. The same alien intelligence - well, infant intelligence - that's currently infesting his own body... 

The Proto may not be clever at most human things, but it's incredible with math... 

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The Shadow-Lover does nothing to interfere with Leareth pacing and thinking. 

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It's annoying that he can't run any tests. And that he isn't sure what shape he'll come back in, or how much he'll be able to remember. 

He can plan, though. 

And the Proto has a copy of him. One which might - if given enough resources, enough energy - be able to run faster than his fragile human mind. At worst, he just needs to remember the right questions... 

Leareth spends a VERY long stretch of subjective-time thinking, in the Shadow-Lover's realm. 

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It feels like an eternity to Shavri, but in reality it's probably less than thirty seconds. 

 

 

:I think I've got something -: 

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:I have a link!: one of the other Healers confirms, triumphantly. 

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Leareth's heartbeat steadies, though his pulse is still slow and weak. 

He takes a ragged breath on his own, coughs, and then tries to vomit again; fortunately there's barely anything in his stomach to contaminate the bed any further. 

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"Ugh," Shavri mutters, but it's not anywhere near enough to crush her JUBILANCE. She is nearly bursting with triumph. 

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The other Healers are talking mostly in Mindspeech, but there's enough half-involuntary swearing happening out loud that it's likely woken Julie by now. 

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Before everything went to hell she spent months on a ship with forty OPA operatives. She sleeps right through it.

 

Wakes up a little later anyway, though, coughing.

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Shavri is still pretty distracted with stabilizing Leareth, but she briefly turns her Sight on Julie. :Are you all right: 

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Yeah. Cough. You should - figure something out with it - quick, though.

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:I know. ...We nearly lost the other patient. Think he'll pull through, but...:

Shavri trails off, and has a closer look at Julie's lungs, trying to figure out what exactly the Proto is doing now that's causing problems, or whether it's even actually related. 

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They're just getting kind of full of fluid; it's probably indirectly the protomolecule's fault but it's not trying to become airborne there anymore.

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