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Sightless

"Damn it all." Faerrn mumbled.

"Just try it again." Thirty-Four instructed.

  The two focused their anima onto the yelnem in front of them, the girl who walked in blind, and was still blind after several attempts to fix that problem.

  Baerill could feel the biological power pulse through her, and for the briefest second, she thought she sensed a change in the nothing she usually saw, before returning to the visual void she lived in.  It almost seemed worse now than before.

"Everything's doing what it should be, why won't it just work?" Faerrn mused.

  The human next to her thought only for a short moment, before setting up a syringe.

"This'll pinch a little." Thirty-Four said quickly, jabbing the needle into Baerill's arm before she could even react beyond a quick yelp, removing a little blood.

  Baerill sat quietly rubbing her arm, waiting for the problem to be solved.  Whatever it was, these two were both trained to handle whatever medical situation they needed to.

  The near constant complaining and sudden jab was becoming unsettling, though, and her slowly rising stress was evident by her slowly rising quills.

"Here we go, let's test something." Thirty-Four said, finding the bottle he was looking for.

  He let a single drop of the blood fall onto a small glass slide, and then dripped some of the thick, misty liquid from the bottle onto the blood drop.

  When the sugar syrup mixed with the normally pink yelnem blood, it changed colour, turning to a rather disgusting shade of faded green.

  Seeing what her colleague was doing Faerrn retrieved a large, colour-coded chart from a drawer.  Unfolding it, she looked quickly to the green section to find the particular shade they could see.

"Of course…" she said, after confirming what she had suspected but didn't want to consider.

  Sugar syrup could be used to detect spiritual anomalies, and the fact that Baerill's blood had changed colour indicated she had already developed a mutation, and this one specifically effected how her body accepted healing from other sources.

"That's not good." Thirty-Four mumbled, before grabbing a scalpel and turning back to their subject.

  "This will hurt." He stated, simply, before pressing the blade to Baerill's arm and making a small cut.

  The girl yelped again, louder this time.

"Ah!  What the hell?!" she demanded, pulling her bleeding arm away.

"Hold still." The man commanded as he grabbed her arm back, testing the extent of Baerill's mutation.

  Faerrn was even taken aback by her colleague's haste as she watched him heal the cut he just made perfectly, not even leaving a scar.  She knew the man was impatient and often used the quickest methods rather than the most professional or reliable, but he was usually at least considerate to others.  He must have been quite interested to just slash Baerill with hardly more than a warning.

"Alright," Thirty-Four said, "You have a mutation that stops people like us affecting your body, but it looks pretty localised.  Whatever the extent, we can't fix your eyes, but we can do other parts, as shown by that cut."

  The man placed the scalpel in a container to be washed, helped the patient from her seat and handed her cane to her.  Baerill was too confused to speak right now.  No one had explained mutations to her.

"You get shot, we can help, but until we learn more, we won't know how much.  In the meantime, practise this." He said, grabbing one of the girl's hands

  She felt strange for a moment, like she could think easier, and in a sort of wider way.  Out of nowhere, she ducked out of the way of a quick swat from Thirty-Four's hand, which passed harmlessly over her.

"What are you doing?" Baerill demanded, pulling her hand away.  The weird feeling immediately faded, leaving her feeling strangely closed off.

"Helping.  That was called precognition.  You predicted what was about to happen.  You remember that feeling?" Thirty-Four asked, grabbing a wet rag to wipe the blood off of Baerill's arm where the cut was a moment ago.

"Yeah, I think so." She replied.

"Good.  Practice it.  May not be sight, but it's about as good."

"How do I practice something like that?"

"Just remember what I did, it'll come to you." The man said, as he wiped the pink blood away.

  Baerill didn't bother to argue.  It was all too confusing, and definitely not worth getting upset about until someone explained it properly.  What did unsettle her was the lack of a new fifth sense, but that was being thrown through her mind with everything else too fast to get a grip on.

"There you go, should be fine," he said, plucking a small lollipop from a jar full of them on Faerrn's desk.

  "We'll work on figuring out how far the problem goes," he said, leading Baerill to the door, "Off you go."

  He pushed the sweet into the girl's hand, gently pushed her out of the office and closed the door behind her, before she could ask him any tedious questions.

  Turning back around, the thin, bald man was greeted by the mocking sneer of Faerrn, clearly amused by his haste to get rid of the girl.

"Letting the others deal with the questions?  That's pretty lazy." She said.

"I don't have the time to answer every question she has.  We have a real issue we can do something about, and I'd like to get to it." Thirty-Four said, sitting at the portable computer he'd brought with him.

"It won't change in the next hour.  Do you ever take time to relax?"

"Not if I can help it."

  Faerrn shook her shelled head.  If she knew anything about Thirty-Four, it was that he just never stopped except to eat and sleep.

"Maybe I don't want to spend all my time fixing every problem I see.  Maybe I'll go find a book or something." Faerrn said, walking toward the door.

"Go ahead, but you know you won't.  You want to figure this out too." The man said, never looking up from his computer.  He'd worked with Faerrn enough to know how she thought, and she had figured him out just as well.

  With a sigh, Faerrn returned to her own seat to search for a way to solve the problem.  She knew how this process would go.  They would search books and databases for hours at a time for a solution, she organising her thoughts out loud, as was her way, and he grunting his agreement or quickly disputing the idea before returning to nearly silent work, as was his way.

Description
Sightless

"Damn it all." Faerrn mumbled.

"Just try it again." Thirty-Four instructed.

  The two focused their anima onto the yelnem in front of them, the girl who walked in blind, and was still blind after several attempts to fix that problem.

  Baerill could feel the biological power pulse through her, and for the briefest second, she thought she sensed a change in the nothing she usually saw, before returning to the visual void she lived in.  It almost seemed worse now than before.

"Everything's doing what it should be, why won't it just work?" Faerrn mused.

  The human next to her thought only for a short moment, before setting up a syringe.

"This'll pinch a little." Thirty-Four said quickly, jabbing the needle into Baerill's arm before she could even react beyond a quick yelp, removing a little blood.

  Baerill sat quietly rubbing her arm, waiting for the problem to be solved.  Whatever it was, these two were both trained to handle whatever medical situation they needed to.

  The near constant complaining and sudden jab was becoming unsettling, though, and her slowly rising stress was evident by her slowly rising quills.

"Here we go, let's test something." Thirty-Four said, finding the bottle he was looking for.

  He let a single drop of the blood fall onto a small glass slide, and then dripped some of the thick, misty liquid from the bottle onto the blood drop.

  When the sugar syrup mixed with the normally pink yelnem blood, it changed colour, turning to a rather disgusting shade of faded green.

  Seeing what her colleague was doing Faerrn retrieved a large, colour-coded chart from a drawer.  Unfolding it, she looked quickly to the green section to find the particular shade they could see.

"Of course…" she said, after confirming what she had suspected but didn't want to consider.

  Sugar syrup could be used to detect spiritual anomalies, and the fact that Baerill's blood had changed colour indicated she had already developed a mutation, and this one specifically effected how her body accepted healing from other sources.

"That's not good." Thirty-Four mumbled, before grabbing a scalpel and turning back to their subject.

  "This will hurt." He stated, simply, before pressing the blade to Baerill's arm and making a small cut.

  The girl yelped again, louder this time.

"Ah!  What the hell?!" she demanded, pulling her bleeding arm away.

"Hold still." The man commanded as he grabbed her arm back, testing the extent of Baerill's mutation.

  Faerrn was even taken aback by her colleague's haste as she watched him heal the cut he just made perfectly, not even leaving a scar.  She knew the man was impatient and often used the quickest methods rather than the most professional or reliable, but he was usually at least considerate to others.  He must have been quite interested to just slash Baerill with hardly more than a warning.

"Alright," Thirty-Four said, "You have a mutation that stops people like us affecting your body, but it looks pretty localised.  Whatever the extent, we can't fix your eyes, but we can do other parts, as shown by that cut."

  The man placed the scalpel in a container to be washed, helped the patient from her seat and handed her cane to her.  Baerill was too confused to speak right now.  No one had explained mutations to her.

"You get shot, we can help, but until we learn more, we won't know how much.  In the meantime, practise this." He said, grabbing one of the girl's hands

  She felt strange for a moment, like she could think easier, and in a sort of wider way.  Out of nowhere, she ducked out of the way of a quick swat from Thirty-Four's hand, which passed harmlessly over her.

"What are you doing?" Baerill demanded, pulling her hand away.  The weird feeling immediately faded, leaving her feeling strangely closed off.

"Helping.  That was called precognition.  You predicted what was about to happen.  You remember that feeling?" Thirty-Four asked, grabbing a wet rag to wipe the blood off of Baerill's arm where the cut was a moment ago.

"Yeah, I think so." She replied.

"Good.  Practice it.  May not be sight, but it's about as good."

"How do I practice something like that?"

"Just remember what I did, it'll come to you." The man said, as he wiped the pink blood away.

  Baerill didn't bother to argue.  It was all too confusing, and definitely not worth getting upset about until someone explained it properly.  What did unsettle her was the lack of a new fifth sense, but that was being thrown through her mind with everything else too fast to get a grip on.

"There you go, should be fine," he said, plucking a small lollipop from a jar full of them on Faerrn's desk.

  "We'll work on figuring out how far the problem goes," he said, leading Baerill to the door, "Off you go."

  He pushed the sweet into the girl's hand, gently pushed her out of the office and closed the door behind her, before she could ask him any tedious questions.

  Turning back around, the thin, bald man was greeted by the mocking sneer of Faerrn, clearly amused by his haste to get rid of the girl.

"Letting the others deal with the questions?  That's pretty lazy." She said.

"I don't have the time to answer every question she has.  We have a real issue we can do something about, and I'd like to get to it." Thirty-Four said, sitting at the portable computer he'd brought with him.

"It won't change in the next hour.  Do you ever take time to relax?"

"Not if I can help it."

  Faerrn shook her shelled head.  If she knew anything about Thirty-Four, it was that he just never stopped except to eat and sleep.

"Maybe I don't want to spend all my time fixing every problem I see.  Maybe I'll go find a book or something." Faerrn said, walking toward the door.

"Go ahead, but you know you won't.  You want to figure this out too." The man said, never looking up from his computer.  He'd worked with Faerrn enough to know how she thought, and she had figured him out just as well.

  With a sigh, Faerrn returned to her own seat to search for a way to solve the problem.  She knew how this process would go.  They would search books and databases for hours at a time for a solution, she organising her thoughts out loud, as was her way, and he grunting his agreement or quickly disputing the idea before returning to nearly silent work, as was his way.