A/N: So it's belated, but it kind of makes sense, and it does make it plausible why they'd have to do some analysis and bring in Rachelle. Maybe.
“I think I am going to vomit. I might even have a fever.” Recall wrapped her arms around her stomach, closing her eyes and leaning back against the chair. She wasn’t sure when the others had come back, but she wished it was just Cate watching her now. She didn’t like feeling weak in front of others, and she still hated being watched. “I don’t think processing has ever felt like this. I don’t—I know I was weakened by having not finished processing the memories I’d gotten before, but I could have slept that off and—idizo. I’m an idiot.”
“I think you could say you’re under a lot of stress,” the young one offered, and she frowned at him. He made her miss Talk, and she didn’t know why she would ever miss Talk. “No one said you weren’t smart.”
“You better not think I’m pretty.” Recall forced herself up to where she could sit. “I should have seen it—the strange moods, the paranoia, my inability to stay asleep and process—”
“You’re pregnant?”
“Not. Funny.” Recall ground out the words, shaking her head. “Someone needs to put you through a bunch of sensitivity courses. I can’t touch without getting memories, and you think I can have children? Not amusing in the slightest.”
“Jarod,” Ilsa said in warning, and he almost managed to look sheepish.
Recall gagged, trying not to vomit. “He drugged me. I was running on adrenaline, and when I process, it’s painful and disorienting, so it’s not hard to see something as just a bad bit of processing, especially when I’m working with different physiologies, but with the way I was reliving things so intensely, the way I feel now when I should have been over the worst of the processing by now—he must have given me something.”
“You said you couldn’t take anything.”
“I can’t.” Recall pulled into herself. “I really hate being drugged, and if I start to freak out again... Idizo, Fracture, why did you have to die?”
“Uh...”
She cursed herself for saying that last part aloud. “I assume you have some kind of medical facility here? I’m not sure what is in my system, but... I can’t process anymore if I’ve got something in my blood. We need answers, and I need to process, but if I do it now...”
“How bad?”
“Bad enough. Vules would say brain damage.” She laughed. “He liked to scare me, though, so don’t take his word for it. Just find somewhere I can get tested and once we know what’s in me, we’ll know how long I have to wait for it to get out of me so that I can process again.”
“You think it’ll be that simple?”
“With the drugs they have access to, the things he might have wanted me for, my messed up genetics, and my bad luck?” Recall snorted. “No. It won’t be simple at all.”
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Kingdoms and Thorn/Fracture and Recall Crossover: A Worrisome Complication
Date: 2013-10-23 02:28 am (UTC)“I think I am going to vomit. I might even have a fever.” Recall wrapped her arms around her stomach, closing her eyes and leaning back against the chair. She wasn’t sure when the others had come back, but she wished it was just Cate watching her now. She didn’t like feeling weak in front of others, and she still hated being watched. “I don’t think processing has ever felt like this. I don’t—I know I was weakened by having not finished processing the memories I’d gotten before, but I could have slept that off and—idizo. I’m an idiot.”
“I think you could say you’re under a lot of stress,” the young one offered, and she frowned at him. He made her miss Talk, and she didn’t know why she would ever miss Talk. “No one said you weren’t smart.”
“You better not think I’m pretty.” Recall forced herself up to where she could sit. “I should have seen it—the strange moods, the paranoia, my inability to stay asleep and process—”
“You’re pregnant?”
“Not. Funny.” Recall ground out the words, shaking her head. “Someone needs to put you through a bunch of sensitivity courses. I can’t touch without getting memories, and you think I can have children? Not amusing in the slightest.”
“Jarod,” Ilsa said in warning, and he almost managed to look sheepish.
Recall gagged, trying not to vomit. “He drugged me. I was running on adrenaline, and when I process, it’s painful and disorienting, so it’s not hard to see something as just a bad bit of processing, especially when I’m working with different physiologies, but with the way I was reliving things so intensely, the way I feel now when I should have been over the worst of the processing by now—he must have given me something.”
“You said you couldn’t take anything.”
“I can’t.” Recall pulled into herself. “I really hate being drugged, and if I start to freak out again... Idizo, Fracture, why did you have to die?”
“Uh...”
She cursed herself for saying that last part aloud. “I assume you have some kind of medical facility here? I’m not sure what is in my system, but... I can’t process anymore if I’ve got something in my blood. We need answers, and I need to process, but if I do it now...”
“How bad?”
“Bad enough. Vules would say brain damage.” She laughed. “He liked to scare me, though, so don’t take his word for it. Just find somewhere I can get tested and once we know what’s in me, we’ll know how long I have to wait for it to get out of me so that I can process again.”
“You think it’ll be that simple?”
“With the drugs they have access to, the things he might have wanted me for, my messed up genetics, and my bad luck?” Recall snorted. “No. It won’t be simple at all.”