Just a Witcher 3 fanfic

Break the curse

(Geralt wakes up on the floor, somehow falling out of their beds in the middle of the night)

Geralt: Wow... What a dream

(Geralt joins Arivan, Vesemir, Coen, Eskel, Lambert, and Yennefer in the lab to find Uma strapped to a table)

(Everyone is in their normal clothes this time)

Geralt: I see everyone's up an at em

Vesemir: And reeking of booze. That hat was a momento, Lambert!

Lambert: Relax, old man. It'll come out in the wash

Yennefer: You can give the boys a rap on their knuckles later. For now, lets get to work

Arivan: Did you learn anything about Uma's curse, Vesemir?

Vesemir: While you were out hunting forktails and apparently playing with the megascope, I examined Uma. I noticed at moment of relaxed consciousness, he behaves differently. While falling asleep, he'd pause awake for an instant. Something different about his gaze and movements, but only for a second

Arivan: Maybe whoever's inside is trying to regain control, but failing

Vesemir: Possibly. I induced a trance and hypnotized him. No effect at first, but as he dropped into deep lethargy, I heard a sigh or a moan. And it wasn't Uma's voice

Lambert: Remind me again how this helps us?

Yennefer: Then keep silent. Thank you, Vesemir. And I apologize for what I said earlier. Have any of the boys told you what we plan to do?

Vesemir: Yes. I don't like it one bit, but I suppose I have to trust you

Geralt: I thought we got rid of this table years ago

Eskel: Must be about 50 years since I last saw sad albert

Vesemir: I couldn't bear to part with it. I thought we might find use for it one day. You know how we old people are

Lambert: Sure. Every grandpa out there has an attic full of torture devices

Geralt: What should we do now?

Yennefer: We can begin. We need only to brew the potions

Arivan: I have the ingredients right here. Lets us begin

Lambert: Wait, why couldn't we-?

Yennefer: -Do it earlier? Because the preparatory potions for the trial are strongly reactive. They must be administered immediately after they're brewed. Satisfied?

(Lambert nods. Arivan and Yennefer begin the preparations for the potion of the grasses and brew it)

(Lambert gets the tools ready)

(Vesemir uses some hookweed extract on Uma to help with the pain)

Yennefer: Eskel, make the incisions in his veins and insert the tubes. Geralt, place the potion vials into the feeders

Uma: Umauma!

Yennefer: Now open the valves. It doesn't matter which order

(Geralt administers mother's tears, wildrye juice, and speargrass sap)

(The potions start to flow through the tubes and into Uma)

Uma: (Struggling and yelling)

Geralt: That hookweed working?