It's so rare for her to get a text that Amelia jumps at the sound of her phone beeping at her, sending a few of the papers in front of her flying across the library table. She immediately sets aside her books and scrambles to dig her phone out of her messenger bag, the insistent notification beep quickly sending her into a frenzy. When she finally digs it out and reads the message, her chest tightens in fear.
Rescue missions can only go one of two ways, and one of them is very bad.
Her hands shake so much that typing out a reply is out within seconds. The rogue gets to her feet and begins to pace the length of the room, dictating texts to her phone.
What are you thinking? You're going to get yourself killed!
No, that comes on too strong, and she wouldn't say that to Adia's face. Best not to send that. She deletes the message and tries again.
Don't do this alone. Take help with you. There's got to be someone
Dreams, no. Just... no. Why is this so hard?
Can I come with you? What can I do to help?
There's no way Amelia can help and she knows it. Her little knowledge of medicine isn't advanced enough. She sighs heavily and sits down, staring at her phone for a moment before she deletes this message, too.
She types a few more messages, but none of them seem right. This might be the last time she gets a message to or from Adia, and so it must be right, must have meaning to it.
There's no stopping Adia when she's put her mind to something. Amelia knows this, and she knows that no amount of words will dissuade her friend from her chosen course. But more than that, the rogue doesn't want to encourage her friend to give up on something she believes in. There's faith and conviction in this message, something Adia lacked when they last spoke. With faith comes hope. And that's what Adia needs right now.
A sad smile tugs at her lips as she types another message and hits send without reading it twice.
You can do this, Adia. I believe in you. May we meet again soon.
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Date: 2017-10-14 01:53 am (UTC)Rescue missions can only go one of two ways, and one of them is very bad.
Her hands shake so much that typing out a reply is out within seconds. The rogue gets to her feet and begins to pace the length of the room, dictating texts to her phone.
What are you thinking? You're going to get yourself killed!
No, that comes on too strong, and she wouldn't say that to Adia's face. Best not to send that. She deletes the message and tries again.
Don't do this alone. Take help with you. There's got to be someone
Dreams, no. Just... no. Why is this so hard?
Can I come with you? What can I do to help?
There's no way Amelia can help and she knows it. Her little knowledge of medicine isn't advanced enough. She sighs heavily and sits down, staring at her phone for a moment before she deletes this message, too.
She types a few more messages, but none of them seem right. This might be the last time she gets a message to or from Adia, and so it must be right, must have meaning to it.
There's no stopping Adia when she's put her mind to something. Amelia knows this, and she knows that no amount of words will dissuade her friend from her chosen course. But more than that, the rogue doesn't want to encourage her friend to give up on something she believes in. There's faith and conviction in this message, something Adia lacked when they last spoke. With faith comes hope. And that's what Adia needs right now.
A sad smile tugs at her lips as she types another message and hits send without reading it twice.
You can do this, Adia. I believe in you. May we meet again soon.