Thread: Let Me Reap Your Soul (Survivor00 and Autumn)

The experienced nurse knew that hallucinations and hysterics could sometimes be a result of a trauma much like what this young man had just been through. Saw who, honey? Her voice was saccharine, less genuine with concern and more trained to speak in that manner. Eyes followed to where his finger indicated an image, but she saw no one. Hand swiftly caught his wrist, gently turning it over so that his palm was facing upwards and placing it back on the bed. Two fingers pressed at the base of his thumb, careful to keep her own held away from his flesh so as to not compromise an accurate reading of his pulse. Dark eyes averted to the swollen bag attached to the drip that supplied the morphine coursing through his body surely the high dosage of medication only added to his crazy talk and elevation in his heart rate. Your pulse is a little erratic, Daniel. Her warm hand slid from his wrist up to his shoulder, squeezing in comfortingly. You've just been through quite an ordeal, but you're safe here. There is no one else in this room except you and me. Lips curled into a reassuring smile, just like the trainers at the hospital had told her to do. I'll come back and check in on you, but let me bring you something to help you sleep, okay? I'll be right back. With that, the woman exited the room. At the moment that Daniel pointed at her Helena panicked. Though she knew, technically, no other human being could see her, she still wanted to duck and hide. After all, technically, even he shouldn't be able to see her. However, the nurse unknowingly standing in the middle of Helena's form had trapped her somehow she felt displaced, like all her molecules were suddenly spread throughout the room. She was frozen, unable to even will her mind to move her somewhere -anywhere- else. When his hand made contact with hers, that same jolt of electricity flowed throughout her being. She yelped, eyes immediately shifting to see if the nurse had heard her which, of course, she hadn't. The reaper wanted to lift her arm toward her face to further examine her hand, but that same paralysis prevented it. Finally, the invader left the room, freeing Helena's body. Knees buckled, pushing her toward his bed. Before she collapsed on him, she caught herself, but the quick action caused the blinds to shift on the window like a forceful breeze had moved them. What does it feel like when you touch me? She asked, steadying herself back on her feet. Do I feel solid to you? Human even? She wanted him to affirm her questions, to somehow tell her that her condition was being reversed. Helena, though, already knew the answer, but in some morbid way she needed to be told of her impending doom. It hurts to make contact with you, like all the energy in your body is trying to electrocute me either as a warning to leave you alone or as a way of resuscitating life within me. How curious, indeed. At that moment, the nurse stepped inside the doorway. Daniel didn't seem to have moved, his eyes still fixated on something that wasn't there. Hand lifted to knock on the open door, but an odd occurrence stopped her. Though no air circulated in the room, the blinds were blowing around as if a cool gust of wind were moving them. It was then that she thought she heard someone fall, but the boy hadn't moved. Shaking her head, she turned around and left the room, forgetting why she was there in the first place.