Post by ALEXANDRA HART on Sept 7, 2016 22:30:53 GMT -6
I have a thought of you for every star in the sky
shit was really hitting the fan in this city and more than ever, alexandra felt as if she were needed in san francisco. with rogue fractions of all sorts of supernatural creatures rising, it was turning the city into a dangerous place…far more than it had already been. after an influx of attacks and deaths, mortal law enforcement(and what she suspected was partially supernatural enforcement too) had put a curfew into effect. while the curfew kept mortals in while vampires and demons and such were out, it still wasn’t going to solve all the problems of the world. the morgue may have been less full with the decree, but that hadn’t meant her emergency room was any less populated.
as an immortal, formerly an angel, alex was built to withstand tests of time. her body didn’t grow weary or tired as most would, not in a typical sense. she didn’t need sleep regularly, which allowed for her now seventy-two-hour stretch of awareness. yes, that was how long she’d been awake and working in the e.r., trying to fix and heal each and every person who crossed her. she could have kept going –for weeks on end- without sleep if it was as simple as bandages and stitches. unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. the injuries were far more serious – from ripped out throats, mangled limbs, and even near death from exsanguination. many of the patients that had been coming in the last few weeks were clinging to the edge of death, barely hanging on as their time neared expiration. she knew better than to try to heal them all and yet, that’s just what she did. and each time, it took a little bit of her energy and grace. the truth was, it was killing her.
whitelighters were not meant to save every person they came across. while their magic is infinite, it was not designed to be spent frequently all at once. instead, many were given charges to look after, saving their energy and powers until the point at which it was absolutely needed. other whitelighters who were unaware of their abilities at all merely healed themselves as needed, never utilizing anywhere near the extent of their overall ability. alex, however, wasn’t following either of those paths. she was extinguishing the flame within her and soon, she would be dead. the idea of death was not one that bothered or frightened her, but one that she chose to ignore. if she refused to face her limits, death itself would force to pay the price.
alex, or shekinah as she’d once been known, had always loved helping the mortal race. seeing all the pain and suffering flare recently, she’d grown sick with worry and her own emotional pain. she’d taken it on as a burden herself, sending her into a dark place. she’d never breathe a word about it to anyone though; she’d suffer in silence. just as she tried to heal the world, she’d been trying to heal wolf too. the whitelighter could sense the suffering he’d endured and slowly, through empathic measures, she’d tried to revive him to his former self. she was confident she could do it but trying to keep her own distress secret from someone she was so closely bound to was proving far more difficult than anything else. see, she and wolf were destined to be one, like two halves that had been separated for far too long. god had never intended for his angels to fall in love but they had. their souls were interwoven and keeping them apart was impossible. even after centuries, they’d found each other once more.
amidst all the chaos, alex found a sliver of time to think of wolf. a smile flitted across her lips as her memory traced the lines of his face in her head. while it had only been a few days, it had seemed like forever since she’d last seen him. funny how she thrived decades without him but now days apart seemed unbearable. as soon as her smile had surfaced, it faded – caused by the e.m.t.’s who burst through the door with another stretcher. upon it was a teenage girl who had ventured out after dark, attempting to sneak off to her boyfriend’s house. a newly turned lycan had attacked her, nearly ripping her to shreds. the girl had been drifting in and out of consciousness, breaking the silence with agonizing screams when she was awake. she was pushed to unconsciousness only by the physical pain that gripped her.
“get her to the i.c.u. now!.” alex shouted, running alongside the stretcher with her hand on the girl. it was a tricky situation, being a whitelighter, seeing as she had to try to heal without anyone truly noticing. she healed just enough to save the person, letting modern medicine do the rest. it was no different in this situation but the severity of the girl’s wounds meant alex was going to have to put a lot into this one. as they rolled into the room, alex barked orders to keep the nurses around her busy, as she went to work with her healing hands. her body fought against her will, telling her she could not doing this again. alex didn’t listen. she gripped the girl, pouring her own life chi in attempts to heal her. she could feel death being chased away, sparing the innocent’s life.
what was meant to be a reassuring sigh of contentment was instead a gasp for breath as alex finally released the mortal. her magic had worked, perhaps to the extent of draining her dry. she stumbled backwards slightly, catching herself on the rails of the stretcher before she collided with the ground. a few of her employees rushed to help her but she waved them off. “i’m fine…just need some air. i want vitals on her every half an hour and get her wounds properly dressed. i’m going to get….some air.” the woman gasped again, heading out the unit and down to the lower level gardens of the hospital. how she made it there, well, she wasn’t exactly sure.
alexandra set only one foot outside into the warm night before her knees gave out from beneath her, causing her to hit the ground hard. eyelids fluttered with exhaustion before unconsciousness overtook her, emitting only one final word: “wolf.”
as an immortal, formerly an angel, alex was built to withstand tests of time. her body didn’t grow weary or tired as most would, not in a typical sense. she didn’t need sleep regularly, which allowed for her now seventy-two-hour stretch of awareness. yes, that was how long she’d been awake and working in the e.r., trying to fix and heal each and every person who crossed her. she could have kept going –for weeks on end- without sleep if it was as simple as bandages and stitches. unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. the injuries were far more serious – from ripped out throats, mangled limbs, and even near death from exsanguination. many of the patients that had been coming in the last few weeks were clinging to the edge of death, barely hanging on as their time neared expiration. she knew better than to try to heal them all and yet, that’s just what she did. and each time, it took a little bit of her energy and grace. the truth was, it was killing her.
whitelighters were not meant to save every person they came across. while their magic is infinite, it was not designed to be spent frequently all at once. instead, many were given charges to look after, saving their energy and powers until the point at which it was absolutely needed. other whitelighters who were unaware of their abilities at all merely healed themselves as needed, never utilizing anywhere near the extent of their overall ability. alex, however, wasn’t following either of those paths. she was extinguishing the flame within her and soon, she would be dead. the idea of death was not one that bothered or frightened her, but one that she chose to ignore. if she refused to face her limits, death itself would force to pay the price.
alex, or shekinah as she’d once been known, had always loved helping the mortal race. seeing all the pain and suffering flare recently, she’d grown sick with worry and her own emotional pain. she’d taken it on as a burden herself, sending her into a dark place. she’d never breathe a word about it to anyone though; she’d suffer in silence. just as she tried to heal the world, she’d been trying to heal wolf too. the whitelighter could sense the suffering he’d endured and slowly, through empathic measures, she’d tried to revive him to his former self. she was confident she could do it but trying to keep her own distress secret from someone she was so closely bound to was proving far more difficult than anything else. see, she and wolf were destined to be one, like two halves that had been separated for far too long. god had never intended for his angels to fall in love but they had. their souls were interwoven and keeping them apart was impossible. even after centuries, they’d found each other once more.
amidst all the chaos, alex found a sliver of time to think of wolf. a smile flitted across her lips as her memory traced the lines of his face in her head. while it had only been a few days, it had seemed like forever since she’d last seen him. funny how she thrived decades without him but now days apart seemed unbearable. as soon as her smile had surfaced, it faded – caused by the e.m.t.’s who burst through the door with another stretcher. upon it was a teenage girl who had ventured out after dark, attempting to sneak off to her boyfriend’s house. a newly turned lycan had attacked her, nearly ripping her to shreds. the girl had been drifting in and out of consciousness, breaking the silence with agonizing screams when she was awake. she was pushed to unconsciousness only by the physical pain that gripped her.
“get her to the i.c.u. now!.” alex shouted, running alongside the stretcher with her hand on the girl. it was a tricky situation, being a whitelighter, seeing as she had to try to heal without anyone truly noticing. she healed just enough to save the person, letting modern medicine do the rest. it was no different in this situation but the severity of the girl’s wounds meant alex was going to have to put a lot into this one. as they rolled into the room, alex barked orders to keep the nurses around her busy, as she went to work with her healing hands. her body fought against her will, telling her she could not doing this again. alex didn’t listen. she gripped the girl, pouring her own life chi in attempts to heal her. she could feel death being chased away, sparing the innocent’s life.
what was meant to be a reassuring sigh of contentment was instead a gasp for breath as alex finally released the mortal. her magic had worked, perhaps to the extent of draining her dry. she stumbled backwards slightly, catching herself on the rails of the stretcher before she collided with the ground. a few of her employees rushed to help her but she waved them off. “i’m fine…just need some air. i want vitals on her every half an hour and get her wounds properly dressed. i’m going to get….some air.” the woman gasped again, heading out the unit and down to the lower level gardens of the hospital. how she made it there, well, she wasn’t exactly sure.
alexandra set only one foot outside into the warm night before her knees gave out from beneath her, causing her to hit the ground hard. eyelids fluttered with exhaustion before unconsciousness overtook her, emitting only one final word: “wolf.”
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