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[The phone clicks on with a clatter to a confusing overlapping of several voices. There are at least two male, one female, and a child, all talking over each other in an intense, excited manner so that only a few snippets can be picked out of the hubbub reliably.]

--down, calm down, it's all right--

--mnit, hold her, would you?!

[A thread of Irish Gaelic swims to the surface, urgent and a mite hysterical, but a little slurred.]

--mé! Fuascailt mé, ní mór dom é a dhéanamh tar ar do siadsan, mé gá do sábháil--

This isn't working! You have to put her under!

I'm not putting her under again. She's at the threshold for how much we can give her, even if she's not human. Hold on--

[There's an outbreak of swearing that seems to imply someone just got hit or hurt somehow.]

--trying to help you, if you'll just--

--tá tú cóisir? Níl, níl, stop-! Mé cóisir ní do codladh! Na coill! Ní tú tuig--

--her arm still, I need to-- There. It won't be long now... It won't put her to sleep, but it'll keep her lower energy. Keep the restraints on her, and we'll run some more blood tests.

[The Gaelic voice winds down till it's just a low murmur just above the sounds of people straightening bedclothes and fastening buckles. The phone shifts across the floor as someone kicks it, and it shuts off as it bounces against the wall.]

((ooc: Disclaimer: I don't actually speak Irish Gaelic, so I'm using a translator - I make no guarantees on grammar. That said, translations are as follows:
1. --me! Let go, I have to get to them, I have to save--
2. --are you doing? No, no, don't-! I can't sleep! The forest! I have to save--))

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Aisling!!

[It's a good fifteen minutes before she can persuade someone to let her at least let her answer the phone. Her speech is even more slurry in English than it was in Gaelic, and she sounds exhausted and distressed. Her words tumble over themselves in her eagerness to get information.]

Conall, Conall, the forest, is it all right, is Lách--

[She chokes off in something that sounds suspiciously like a sob.]

Hey. Hey, it's okay. I promise. I'm here. I'm watching them. Lach is fine. They're all fine.

[It doesn't sound like everything's getting through her panic.]

He turned them dumb - they could speak, couldn't tell me, couldn't act for themselves. They were hurt and I - I couldn't break through it, I couldn't--

[She cuts off to take a few shaky breaths, and when she's done, she's a little calmer.]

But you're there, and he's all right and you'll help them till I can get there.

I'll stay here until you do.

I'll come as soon as I can. They won't let me go!

Why?

Mm. I'm not sure. There are all these straps and they have something in my arm, but I can't get free.

Aisling?! Damn it--

[He stops speaking with an irritated hiss, and it seems he's left his phone on while he heads out of his apartment.]

[He has to fight through some red tape - who is he, how does he know her, she's resting and shouldn't be disturbed, you're not on my list, I'd really have to ask her doctor, do you know which room she's in - but eventually, if he's persistant enough, he can get ushered to her room, right around the corner from the nurse's station in case she should get upset again. He's warned thoroughly about her sedated and confused state, read the riot act against touching anything on her, and finally allowed into the single-occupant room. Aisling is lying strapped into a child's bed, covered with a sheet and a hospital blanket, though there's a rather un-regulation fuzzy pink one folded up on the visitor's chair. There's an IV in her arm, and she's propped up on several pillows with the bed turned so that she can look out the open window at the sky and get some sunlight. From the looks of things, she's trying to keep herself from drowsing, stirring fretfully and prodding one-handed at the phone someone has been kind enough to hand her. She's far too thin, even for her, and there's a little of that vaguely skeletal look about her face still, but she looks much better than she did when they brought her in a few days ago. And she lights up when she sees him, pulling at her restraints in an attempt to sit up properly.]

Faran! England...

[Arthur is an ex-pirate and a politician, and a such skilled in the various arts of lying, manipulation, and getting what he wants without too much of a fuss. Still, it takes all his skill to finally be allowed admittance into Aisling's room, and he hesitates when he sees her. No, this isn't right. It's not right at all and it pulls a nauseated sensation to his stomach to see her in such a state.

A quick glance back at the door confirms for him that he's not being watched, and he moves swiftly to her side, closing one of his hands around hers.]

Aisling, what the devil have they been doing to you?

[She grips his hand tightly, desperate for contact for once, just to know she's alive and awake and there's someone she can trust there to help her.]

I don't know, I can't remember... I'm tired, and everything's mixed up. But they say the forest is whole? It's ok? Really? And my friends are all right?

[He closes his free hand over both of hers and grips firmly, rubbing his thumb lightly over her knuckles.]

Everything - and everyone - is just fine.

[Carefully, he perches himself on the edge of the bed.]

You don't need to fret overly about them. Why are they holding you here? Do you know that?

[He's here. He's really here. Ok, she can relax a little. He wouldn't lie to her, right? No, she'll worry about that later. He's here. She's not alone. He can tell her what happened. Why can't she think straight?

She lays back a little more comfortably, keeping a hold of his hands.]

The blight patches? The wolves? They're all really ok? [Oh, right he asked a question.] I don't know how I came here. I don't know why. They won't tell me. Just that they're trying to help and I should calm down and everything is going to be ok. But they won't let me out! I can feel it... but it's far away. I can't... It's not right!

[She stares up at him, at a loss and on edge.]

I need to go home.

[It's difficult not to pull the restraints off her but if she gets loose from here he'll have no chance of getting in to see her again, or probably anyone else.]

Aisling, listen to me. I know that it's difficult but for the time being you need to do as they say. Calm down, let them do what they believe to be their job and you will be out of here much faster.

[He squeezes her hands, trying to be reassuring.]

They'll let you out when they think you're well. It's frustrating - believe me, I know - but you must be patient.

[That isn't what she wants to hear.]

I don't know what's going on out there! I can't- [She stops short, afraid of revealing weakness, even if he's the only one present. She lowers her voice to a whisper, anxious and ashamed.] I can't feel it like I should. Whatever they've done, they've cut me off. I'm surrounded, waiting for the death blow. And I don't even know if there's a place for me to run to if I escape.

Do you—is there anything I can do?

[She doesn't seem to be quite in control of her volume and she is pretty confused, but in a little while, he gets this back.]

The pack... the trees... My-- Is everyone all right? What happened? I can't remember right...

Edited 2012-12-05 19:03 (UTC)

They're uh, Derek's taking care of them. They seem okay, but you can probably find out more from him if you wanna, uh—

[He kind of stumbles over his words, and then sounds a little apologetic about not being able to give you a more concrete answer.]

I was looking for you. Everyone was worried. I think everything's okay.

[The relief in her voice is pathetically obvious, but even now she can't bring herself to say thank you. It's just not in her nature, and she's not that human yet.]

Ah... mórán maith rud dol seisean... I will... I will ask him.

You were looking for me? I don't... where I've been. This is the hospital? I don't know how long... There was a fight?

_{((ooc translation: Many blessings upon him...))}

Was it—trees and stuff?

[You're welcome for this brilliant diction.]

I didn't get a lot of info when I asked around.

[A long pause. They're not exactly close, but Scott was worried.]

You're.....okay, right?

[...You're just confusing her further, Scott.]

Trees? Yes, the forest is full of them. I don't understand.

[Close? No. But she does like him, and values him as an occasional member of her extended pack. It's touching (if weird) that he would care so much about her.]

Yes! They won't let me go.

No, uh. I know it is.

[He tries to think of how to phrase this.]

I meant some of the trees look newer, so I thought it might have something do with it.

Oh. Sometimes hospitals like to keep you longer to make sure you're okay. Especially if you were hurt badly.

[Adventures in having a nurse for a mother!]

Newer. [There's a thoughtful pause.] I think I knew something like that should happen. But I don't know any spells like that!

I already told them that I need to go back. Everything is better there.

So it's weird?

[He laughs lightly.]

Yeah, I bet they don't believe that. I mean, they also don't know the same stuff you do, but I know, uh, doctors can be difficult.

Yes... I'll have to see it to be sure.

They're not of my clan - or my people! They shouldn't be so sure that they know everything. [Grump grump grump. But she's a little less acidic while she's thinking about what might have happened to the forest.]

[ the audio isn't actually ON when Ukraine lets out a hysterical shriek, but it's probably easy to pick up on having been made anyway. ]

Aisling!! Sweetie it's okay!! Everything's all right, you don't have to worry!

[She's frantic and disoriented, and latches onto Ukraine with a fierce desperation.]

Muirne, Ukraine, where am I? What's going on? Those people-- The blight! I have to- to get back, to find him, stop him--!

No, love, everything is fine. You're -- you're in the hospital, there's no -- no blight -- [ unless that's what happened to the tree Onceler touched? she's still not entirely clear on that. ] Please, darling, just breathe deep and relax, okay? Nothing's going to hurt you.

But... The trees, they were black, and my friends were mute and... there was a battle... I'm not supposed to be here!

[ well, that answers that. a little bit. ] No, it's just the one, only the one tree got sick, [ as far as she's aware, ] and some of the boys are going to plant new ones for you! I know you hate the city, sweetheart, but it'll be okay soon, please don't worry.

[She's getting muzzier again, but she's still fussy.]

That doesn't make sense... There were big patches where everything - everything - was gone! It hurt...

[There's a pause a minute or two long.]

Who's going there? I don't know if it's safe - I don't want anyone else hurt!

Aisling... Aisling don't worry. I'm coming to get you, okay? Should I bring Ianto?

Captain? Captain! Ní thuigim- what happened? Why can't I go?

((translation: I don't understand-))

I don't know what happened, Aisling but I know that it's not good for you in there. I don't care what it takes, I'm getting you out, okay?

[She's still drug-slurred and anxious, so her response comes out far more quavery and exhausted than she means it to be.]

I would like that. I need to see and find out what's going on.

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