Watching and Listening - An Empires SMP AU

Aftermath of the attack

           Grian watched in horror as he saw Jimena experience another migraine, although this one seemed to be worse than the previous ones he'd seen her have. And then she fell like Icarus with a sickening thud and a loudly audible crack of some bone breaking.

           Jimena didn't seem to notice though; her eyes were clenched tightly shut in some unseen pain and made no reaction to her blood slowly leaking out of her.

           Grian ran to her and grabbed her hand, wondering what to do. A second later, Doc and Pearl were there too, both looking a mixture of confused and concerned. "What happened to her?" Pearl asked, still wielding her ax but looking less interested in chopping off a Watcher's head.

          Grian didn't answer her for a few seconds, staring at Jimena in growing worry. She twisted painfully,mouth open in a silent scream. It shouldn't last this long. It should be over by now. She should be better by now!

           "Mental thing," He managed to croak out. "I think it's my fault." "This is why people shouldn't mess with minds." Doc muttered, watching the writhing girl with unease. "Doc, you know the best about this kind of thing, what do I do to help?!" Grian demanded. Doc hesitated, stepping back. "I- I don't know."

           Then there came a sudden blur and False was there, standing defensively between Jimena and the hermits. She looked completely unhinged. Her eyes were wide and wild, hands clutching her sword like a lifeline. Blood dyed her cream-colored clothes an ugly, disgusting brownish red, but Grian could tell that it wasn't hers. He worried for the rest of the hermits that she'd been fighting.

           "What did you do to her?!" False screamed at them. Grian shot a glance at Jimena, who still didn't show signs of getting better. "Migraine!" He shouted, knowing False would understand. And she did. With a quick but strangely careful movement she plucked the girl from the ground, cradling her gently in her arms before retreating to safety.

          Pearl made an involuntary movement like she wanted to follow them but Doc held out his metal arm and blocked her path. "Let her go." He said softly. Then he quickly walked to where the clone False had been fighting the rest of the hermits.

           They were all pretty beaten up, except for Jevin who was intact because of his slime body. Joe was applying a healing potion to a stab wound in his gut, Cleo had pulled out a sewing kit out of nowhere to stitch her arm back on, Xisuma's helmet was shattered and cracked and caked with blood, Bdubs was biting his lip to keep from screaming while he cleaned a painful wound on his arm, Cub's lab coat was more red than white, and False was raging bitterly against her clone whilst patching up her own wounds.

           "Are you okay?! Where did she go?!" False demanded when she saw Grian, Doc, and Pearl start using the medical supplies. "The clone ran off somewhere with her friend. We didn't see." Doc said. "Are you guys okay?" "Not really," Bdubs admitted. "How does one person manage to deal with all of you without a single scratch on herself?" Pearl wondered as she bent down to help tie Cleo's stitches.

           "She's got my pvp skills, ramped up to an even higher level with insanity." False sighed. She paused. "What happened to Jimena?" "She looked like she was having a stroke." Doc said thoughtfully. He turned to Grian skeptically. "You called it a migraine but that was way too bad to just be a headache." "That's just what she calls it, okay?" Grian said.

           "One more thing," Doc interrupted. "Why did you say you thought it was your fault?" Grian froze for a second, wondering what to say. "Uh, Jimena had amnesia," Grian began, swallowing a lump, "She went to me for help about remembering some stuff and I may have done something wrong inside her head."