You cant save everyone (gm/open)

[Xapham]

The woman would run and run and run only to trip and fall and start crying again. When Gene appeared again she screamed!

"WHY! WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

[Gene Sarda]

"Look lady, I don't know what you're on, but I heard you screaming for help. I am here to help, let me help. Tell me if you need protection, if you need herbs, medicine, food, what? What do you need? Please. Let me help you. If you really insist I leave, I will leave. I will. But I do wish to help more than anything." Gene's eyes were filled with concern. 

Please let me help you, even if you're on crack. 

[Xapham]

The woman dropped to the ground holding her head.

"Go away! Get out! Go away! Get out!!!"

She screamed as she cried.

[Gene Sarda]

The woman seemed very contend laying on the ground, so Gene slowly walked away. She didn't stray too far though, just enough so she could keep an eye on the woman. Searching around, Gene was looking for one thing- any signs of other people. Surely she couldn't be from far away, she had to live somewhere. Maybe that would give her a hint as to what was going on. 

[Xapham]

As Gene searches she wouldn't find anything, except after a few moments of searching the woman would go from crying to screaming agony as if someone were hirting her! If Gene went to see what was happening she would see the woman clawing at her head, causing herself to bleed!

[Gene Sarda]

Gene ran back, and saw the woman in her new state. She was scared to touch the woman, so she only had one choice. Extending her right hand, vines shot up from the ground and wrapped around the woman's wrists and ankles, holding them back to keep the woman from harming herself. 

"Ma'am you have to stop! You have to listen to me!" Gene screamed. She'd seen a few women act like this before in the village she last lived in, but it was due to grief. And they listened to logic and what you said.

Gene walked up close to the woman and sat on her knees next to her, but far enough away so the woman couldn't touch her with any part of her body.

"Ma'am, you have to listen to me. You're hurting yourself, and you have people who care about you! People who don't want you to hurt yourself. Including me." Gene was terrified. She was shaking, and was pretty sure it went all the way down to her bones. 

[Xapham]

The woman would struggle and scream until after a few moments she would fall silent... immediately followed by her ha ing a seizure! Her eyes would roll upward and she started to foam at the mouth as her body thrashed around fighting the vines for escape!

[Gene Sarda]

She didn’t know what to do, this wasn’t like any of the other seizures she’d ever seen before. But something always helped....

Quickly placing her hand on the ground, Gene closed her eyes and pictured a specific plant from her mothers garden. One that if the leaves were eaten, the body would immediately relax and send the person into a peaceful sleep.

The plant slithered up between the leaves, purple vines and yellow leaves twisting and turning in growth and new life.

Gene picked a couple leaves crawled over to the woman, taking her head in her hands and forcing the leaves down her throat. If this would work, she didn’t know. But at least if it didn’t help, the woman would die a peaceful death instead of torturing herself.

[Xapham]

When Gene touched the woman's head she would feel the woman's hair was DRENCHED with sweat. More than it should be even despite all her running around. The woman would also be hot to the touch, REALLY hot. With Gene's medical knowledge she would know the woman was suffering from a dangerously high fever, but the woman would start to calm down as the leaves entered her system...

[Gene Sarda]

As the woman fell asleep, Gene began working. She used vines to make a tent, protecting her and the woman from any harm. Then, she reached in her pack and pulled out a teapot. It was one she meant to sell from her grandmother’s collection, but never got around to it. Next gene soaked a cotton shirt in some water from her water bottle and left it on the woman’s forehead. She had purposely left small gaps in the vines, allowing breezes to bring fresh air. Exiting the tent, Gene gathered sticks, took a match and lit a fire.

Growing several different plants, Gene crushed multiple beans and soaked multiple leaves, straining and boiling and eventually making a tea like substance. She entered the tent again, made sure the woman was secure with vines, and gently woke her up. Just enough to lift her head and pour the tea down her throat.

Sending a silent prayer, Gene hoped this would work. The tea is one her mother used when her clients had a fever. It was a family recipe, passed down through generations. The plants that she crushed were still alive, kept that way by her magic. As soon as it entered the body, the plants in the tea react with the body’s warm temperature. The plants like to keep cool, and over calculate how much it will take. In doing this, they end up cooking the body off, relax the strained muscles, and ease the clients mind. Gene didn’t know exactly how it worked, but she didn’t need to. She just needed it to work.

[Xapham]

Unfortunately, the woman didn't have that kind of time... and due to the relaxing effect of the leaves... Gene had no warning when the woman slowly stopped moving altogether. As Gene went to lift the woman's head to drink she had already passed. However when the woman was moved some strange looking mushrooms would fall out of her pockets. Gene's experience with botany told her immediately that these Mushrooms were NOT good for consumption. They were obviously poisonous...

[Gene Sarda]

"Nononononononono" Full panic mode set in with Gene when the woman stopped breathing.

Gene went to CPR. She just had to get the woman breathing again. Just a little, and shriek plant could keep it going. 

1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-.......30, and now two rescue breaths. "Come on come on come ON!"

1-2-3-......30, and two rescue breaths. 

"Breathe, breathe, breathe, just breathe." 

During the second round of rescue breaths, Gene stuck out her right hand and grew some shriek plant. It was a plant that had cells genetically modified by your magic and depending on who grows it, it can have different effects. This time, Gene needed the plant to enter this woman's body and latch on, essentially, and start moving. This would kickstart the woman's body and hopefully mixed with the CPR would allow her to live on her own. 

Gene snatched leaves from her new plant and pressed them on the woman's tongue. They dissolved, and all Gene could do was continue. 1-2-3-...30, and two rescue breaths 

[Xapham]

Try as she might, the toll on the woman's body was more than Gene could heal. The fever practically boiled her brain, and her heart gave out due to stress and shock. She wasn't going to recover.

[Gene Sarda]

The woman in Gene's arm was heavier, and she knew. She'd faced death before and she knew what it felt like. 

"I-I cant.... I couldn't..." The words came out between sobs, her tears falling on the woman's hair as Gene held her close. Minutes passed, and after 10 Gene knew there was nothing more she could do. There was nothing tears would fix. She left her grandmother's house, she left her old village, and her parents left her. She was a helpless child, like she needed protecting and comforting and someone to care for her. 

But that Gene was left back in that warm bedroom where her parents died. 

And so she stood up, made a makeshift shovel out of vines, and got to work on digging a grave. 

An hour passed, and another, and another, until Gene was standing in the grave and couldn't climb out without assistance from her vines. 

Grabbing by the woman by her wrists, Gene struggled to pull the woman over to the grave she dug. 

"Why did I have to dig this so far away from that damn hut" Gene grumbled. It wasn't even far away, Gene was just exhausted from her trip and everything that had happened leading up to this moment. 

Gene winced as she dropped the body in the grave she dug. "I'm sorry.." she whispered. 

She started filling in the grave again, shovel full by shovel full until it was returned. 

Tired and exhausted, Gene sluggishly moved back to her tent. The mushrooms went into a small sack, her old tent where the woman died was deconstructed and Gene made a new one to sleep in. 

Laying down, Gene closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over her body. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the woman shaking, dying, hear her screaming, crying, asking for someone to save her. But she pushed passed it, blocked it out. The night was here, and she needed the rest. Her problems and nightmares she would deal with in the morning, when she woke up.