Christmas 2011: Monet

[Esynthia]

Timeline: Over the course of a few days-a week.

Monet kept hearing people come in and out of her room, talking to her, to themselves. She felt them checking her and making sure her vitals stayed constant. She was thankful they were looking after her, but she was starting to get overly frustrated. She’d not let her mind go into a panic, trying to think rationally. They had said she was in a coma. She had heard that. Some of the voices came and went and she could only pick up bits and pieces. But that part she had caught. It helped drive away some of the panic that might have engulfed her, knowing why her body wasn’t functioning how she wanted it to.

She had tried she wasn’t sure how many times mentally yelling at the people who came and went, trying in vain to get her telepathy to work. Monet wasn’t used to her powers failing her like this. She wanted to laugh at the irony. Her sisters called her Miss Perfect, not being mean, but more looking up to her. And now look at her. At least she had been able to send out their Christmas gifts. It felt like ages ago that she went looking for Anna to heal her. And she had sent out the gifts long before that. She had to make sure the packages took a non-direct route, just in case her brother was watching for something to track her with. They should get them on time and be none the wiser about her state now.

Monet heard Mayhem’s voice and she silenced her own thoughts, listening as much as she could to whatever he was trying to tell her. She hated how difficult it was to make out things. Having to piece things together was getting irritating. She wanted to smile as he started talking about his parents, catching that they were in safe and they had done…something…in town. At least they made it and he was able to spend time with them. If she could have, she would have narrowed her eyes at him, threatening him somehow if he brought them in to see her like this. But she couldn’t. And it wasn’t like he would know she would be mad if he did, so there wasn’t much she could do about it.

He told her what kind of flowers he’d brought today and she wished she could smell them. Mayhem hadn’t known her favorite, so he was bringing different ones every day. She wasn’t sure why he was doing that. Most men would just bring in a bouquet, whether they know the favorite or not, and leave it at that. Apparently he was bringing a new and completely different flower every day. She wasn’t going to complain, though. And of course, not like she could in her state even if she wanted to.

Karr’s voice bled into her mind and she sighed internally. They had been getting along fine, and he wasn’t being anything but nice while he was there… But it felt awkward. She hadn’t had much time to get to know him, or he her for that matter, and yet he still came to see her. Not as often as Mayhem, but he came. Maybe Mayhem wasn’t able to deal with it and had to recede to let Karr do the talking. Who knew.

There was more dead space – between last hearing a voice and where she was now – and she didn’t remember who had been in last or if they had left. She couldn’t recall time or how long she had been out. That was becoming more constant and increasingly more frustrating when she ‘woke up’.

Monet heard a whisper in her ear and wished she could frown, not sure if she couldn’t understand because of whatever was wrong with her or if someone was saying something to her in a language she didn’t know. And if that were the case, it was likely Mayhem. He was the only one here who spoke one she wasn’t fluent in. At least as far as she knew. She heard footsteps heading away from her and to the door and she wanted to panic this time. Don’t go! Come back! Please? Please, wait! She did her best to project it into the person’s mind, but really didn’t feel anything working.

It was like she was stuck in this darkness. Not able to really hold on, but not able to let go either. She rationalized with herself, calming down from him – or whoever it had been – leaving when she needed them to stay. Even though they were gone, someone would be back soon. They would say something and she would hear them. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t always understand, she would still hear a voice.

There was another drawn out period of nothing, not even the beeping she heard constantly. When she heard it again, she knew that it should make sense to her. She should know what that sound is… But she couldn’t remember. She couldn’t think of what it was. And that made her wonder why she was like this. Someone had mumbled ‘Legacy’ while doing checks of her and that confused her even more. Monet couldn’t get sick, so she shouldn’t have a deadly virus.

But… Anna had tried to heal her. Right? Isn’t that what had happened? She wasn’t sure anymore. She remembered feeling like she was slipping down a long tunnel and something warm pulled her away from it, sealing the tunnel, but not letting her out. She was effectively trapped.

[stjohn]

Aww.... Poor Monet... We will just have to yell louder so she can hear all of us!

J: "AND I HEARD HIM EXCLAIM AS HE RODE OUT OF SIGHT!!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! AND TO ALL, A GOOD NIGHT!!!" He took a deep breath, was hard yelling loud enough so the near dead could hear.