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Backlash [backdated to BEFORE the Eerie Day]

[Vaneyl took a deep breath as he stared at the barn door. He had not initially wanted to do this experiment here, thinking that the main doors would have been better considering that those were the ones, according to Yfandes, they first Gated through. But Yfandes insisted that he be doing this in a place she could be near him, since it would be easier to bolster him with a more physical connection, and if something went wrong, she would be immediately within range to offer help. Vanyel could not argue these arguments, and eventually relented to using the barn down as the gate anchor. He noted, with a bit of sourness, one never won an argument with a lady.

All the same, it meant he stared at the barn door, Yfandes behind him wrapped in in the dark blue and silver lined blanket she so liked because it matched many of Vanyel's outfits. Right now, of course, she was not considering that fact - a thing he could tell from the tension in the lines of her and the fact he felt her uneasiness in the back of his mind. He tried to soothe her as best he could as he retreated into himself, beginning the preparations for the spell, ignoring the reminders that he was so sensitive to Gating that is caused him physical pain - and mental. But he shoved it aside, beginning to set up the anchors for the Gate, visualizing where he wanted it to open - Haven, on the Hill, in the Collegium. Home.

He felt it come to life, sucking at the energies he had stored up, felt Yfandes try to feed and buffer him at the same time. His channels sizzled, incensed by the presence of the Gate, of the thing that had helped blast them open in the first place, turn him into what he was. He ignored the pain, everything, feeling the light of the Gate as it began to reach -

And screamed in pain as it suddenly recoiled like a snapped bow string. It slammed into him like that fateful night, everything he had worked for undone and sent back to him with a vengeance. He felt Yfandes trying to shield him from it, but there was little she could do as he collapsed back into the snow, writhing, vaguely hearing the shrill screams of his Companion as she attempted to summon help.]

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Hello? Is everyone okay?

[There's the sound of rummaging on the other end of the journal, that was a pained yell, no doubt about it!]

Where are you?

_{[Vanyel was in no shape to reply, Yfandes just continuing to snort and make horse-like braying sounds to summon help as she attempted to block Vanyel as she had done the first time his gifts opened, though this, at least, would not be nearly so drastic.]}

Damn...

[Carson could hear a horse in the background, so he's currently grabbing his field kit, as well as his medical scanner]

Just... Hold on. [He wasn't sure that he could be heard, and the best place he could look was the stables]

I'll... I'll be there as soon as I can.

_{[There seemed to come an answering whicker from the journal, as if the horse had understood him - but maybe not.

Either way, when he got there Yfandes was laying in the snow, having pulled Vanyel in as close to her as she could, acting like a protective mother over her foal.

Vanyel, for his part, would seem pale, breathing shallowly, and in obvious pain.]}

[The scream is recognizable to Fluttershy - she connects to a voice, to friends - ]

Vanyel?! Yfandes?!

_{[She knows that voice. The sweet little pony they had promised to have tea with some time - though she would be having water, not tea, but that was beside the point right now.]}

::Fluttershy! Fluttershy, I need you to summon help - a doctor, preferably a Gifted Healer.::

_{[She said it matter of fact, letting none of her worry creep into her voice. She knew Vanyel would survive this, but she did not like seeing her Chosen in pain for any longer than necessary.]}

Bloody hell!

[Carson runs over, stopping and crouching next to Vanyel.]

Vanyel, it's Dr. Beckett. Can you hear me?

[He's saying this as he pulls out his scanner. A hand-held device that seems to be displaying a different language. A present from Atlantis that the castle gave him. It's like a hand-held x-ray, and can pick up most things wrong with a human body.]

[A doctor? A healer? HOW DO I SUMMON THESE THINGS. She panics, running around in a frenzy. Deep breathes now... isn't there a place in the castle designed for these things? Some kind of medicinal ward?]

W-w-where are you? I'll come and carry him, I know where to bring him! I know I'm small, but I can lift heavy animals!

[Vanyel had spoken with her about this man, and she knew he was a doctor. She kept a wary eye on him all the same as he checked her Chosen, deep blue eyes watching him.

Vanyel, for his part, would display nothing terribly wrong. His heart rate was up and his body temperature down, but no broken bones or otherwise easily seen problems. Of course, the thing wrong would be nothing that Carson had ever seen before, probably.]

::We are out by the barn. And right now I think it best you bring someone with you. I need to be with him, Fluttershy, until the worse passes.::

_{[Thank the gods it was not as bad now as it had been when had first gotten his powers, but she was still unwilling to leave him, especially with no Healer who understood the Gifts from Valdemar at the ready.]}

[The body checks come back clean, yes, so Carson switches to scan his brain and nervous system. Sure, he probably won't pick anything up, but he was going to try.

He's also making notes in a notebook. It seems to be a translation of what's showing on the screen. Long-winded, yes, but the Scanner was a good way to find out exactly what the medical problem was, if there was one.]

[She had been worried about him hitting something wrong when he fell, but seeing the doctor take no immediate action to that effect, she figured the snow had kept that to a minimum.

Now Vanyel would need to be kept warm, his head cool, and when he woke he would need water and medicine to keep away headaches. Most likely he would need to sleep it off for several days before he felt ready to move much. But how to tell the doctor all of this? She normally did not speak to anyone besides Vanyel, but Vanyel was in absolutely no condition to speak, there were no Healers and no other Companions or Heralds. And she feared what would happen if he was not given those proper things. Magic burn out and backlash were dangerous.

So she made up her mind and Carson might feel the whisper of something in his mind.]

::Warmth. Cool compress. Headache medicine. Water. Food. Rest.::

[As for the nervous system read outs - they would show especially activity around the brain, firing off rapidly, and a clear source of pain.]

[And Carson frowns at that read-out, making the notes down in Ancient and English before he stops, feeling that... That presence...

He looks around wildly, before looking to the horse. He was no stranger to telepathy. The Wraith used it to trick people, but this was different.]

Was that you?

[Meanwhile, he's pulling out a thermal blanket that's included in his field kit. He should be safe to move, so Carson is wrapping Vanyel in it]

[She said nothing to him, just those simple few words, watching him intently with humanly intelligent eyes as he bundled up Vanyel. She kept down, in case he planned to use her to help carry him to the Castle or into the barn.]

[Carson watches the horse for a bit, while still moving to lift Vanyel. He doesn't look heavy...]

[He's a full grown man, so he weighs over one hundred pounds easily. If Carson could lift that, then good for him, but if not Yfandes never found it trouble to carry her Chosen to safety. She snorted, waiting, Vanyel groaning as another head pain burst behind his eyes.]

[Carson's quite strong, for a doctor, having to be in the field sometimes, but even he'll struggle. He looks to the horse.]

Would you mind helping me with him? Once we get into the castle, I can carry him the rest of the way to the clinic.

[She bobs her head, and went he has Vanyel on her back she gets to her feet with the minimum amount of fuss and jouncing - which is surprising, given the fact she is a full grown, over 1000 pound animal.

Once that is done, she begins to work her way towards the castle, surprisingly quiet and picking her way delicately through the snow, choosing her steps so as not to hurt her Chosen and to keep time with Carson.]

[Carson keeps an eye on Vanyel, a worried look sketched across his face.

They make it to the lobby, and Carson moves to take the man off the horse]

I'll make sure he's comfortable.

[She nods to him, actually reaching out and touching his cheek with her muzzle in thanks, though her worried blue eyes go immediately to Vanyel as they walk away to where she cannot follow....

Vanyel, in the meantime, continues to groan in Carson's arms, shivering a bit as the backlash gets to him.]

[Carson manages to struggle up the stairs before finally getting to the clinic and Vanyel into a bed. Carson collapses into a chair next to said bed and relaxes.]

Remind me to bloody work out more...

_{[He would if he could, dear, he would if he could.

As it is, he lets out another groan, his brow furrowing in pain and he tosses his head, a cold sweat breaking out.]}

[And Carson hefts himself up to go fetch a cold compress for Vanyel's brow]

_{[Vanyel lay quiet after that, though he did break out in cold sweats and moan a few times.

Finally, though, after a few hours his eyes would crack open and he would hiss at the light that hit them, turning his face away to try and shield himself.

He tried to speak, his throat feeling raw, though he had not thought he screamed.]}

Hello..?

[Carson's pottering about in the clinic, but he hears Vanyel call out, and comes over more or less immediately.]

Ah, you're awake, good.

[He pulls his scanner out again.]

Carson?

_{[His brow puckers and slowly he pushes up, grunting with the effort.]}

What time is it?

It's still early morning. The sun hasn't come up yet.

[He finishes his scan.]

You okay?

I could use some water. And medicine to dull a migraine.

_{[He closed his eyes against the intrusion of light, licking his lips, his mouth feeling thick and full of cotton.]}

Aye, of course.

[He also flicks the lights off in that part of the clinic, going off to collect the appropriate medication and a glass of water.]

The medicine will make you drowsy, too. It'd be best to sleep off the migraine, if that's okay.

Believe me, I know. I have had more of these in my life than I like. Back lash is cruel.

_{[He sighs as he takes the pills, looking at them with a bit of a frown, but finally popping them in his mouth with the water and swallowing, grimacing at the strangeness.]}

[Carson takes his seat again]

What were you trying to do?

To open a Gate back home.

_{[Yes, Gate had a capital G.]}

A Gate? Magical?

[He frowns] Looks like the castle didn't appreciate you trying.

No... I suppose not. I have not had one... back lash at me like this in a long time.

_{[The only comparable experience was when Tylendel's gate had back lashed through him, turning him into what he was. The thought of it made him groan uncomfortably.]}

[And that groan worries Carson]

Are you okay?

Sorry, just... old memories, and coupled with this migraine...

_{[He waved his hand weakly.]}

Thank you, for seeing to me. I did not mean to be a bother to anyone when I tried this.

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