strike me down

[bit_fairytale]

WHO: Amy Pond
WHERE: Outside the Mill
WHEN: February 13th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Temporary confusion due to lightning & unconsciousness
STATUS: Open

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"Doctor?"

Something's happened to her, something that hurts and is making everything fuzzy. Amy stares up at the sky from where she's lying on the ground, not sure why it feels like she's coming around from a nap, her body covered in dirt except for her right arm, which has a strange pattern by the shoulder, like little tree limbs stretching out from her neck down her arm. It hurts to move, but the worst is that everything is fuzzy.

"Rory?" she ekes out, trying to sit up as she stares around her, panic beginning to well. She's not entirely sure what's going on, but she's not in her clothes, her ring is missing, and she's not sure how she got these marks on her arms. For a brief moment of panic, Amy's hands fly down to her midsection and she wonders if they've got her at Demon's Run, still, if all that time in between was just some sort of dream...

"Rory!" she shouts, a little louder, more panicked. "Doctor, where are you?" Her head is splitting and she's covered in dirt on the ground in what looks like an old little village? She knows it, though, why does she know it? Rubbing a hand to the side of her head, Amy tries to sit up, but she keeps her eyes closed because everything aches so badly.

Did she get knocked out? Why does she remember a bright flash and then nothing?

Wait. Did she get struck by lightning? Does that actually happen to people? Amy manages to get to her feet, stubbornly trying to keep her balance, but she's still a bit dizzy and ends up stumbling towards the nearest building, pressing a hand to it and rubbing at the mark on her neck, grimacing at how bad it looks as she wonders if this'll be permanent. Right, she decides, she's clearly got something wrong with her, which means she needs some medical help and maybe something strong to drink.

Comments

[chosenbytheocean]

Moana shrugged, her expression falling into a familiar frustrated scowl. "Do you think I haven't tried. He won't listen to anything I say." She began to pace in front of Amy, her arms moving at her sides as she spoke. "But no, it's always for the village and be happy where you are. I get it. People are depending on me but I don't see what's wrong with going out to sea. We have no fish! They're somehow no fish inside the reef. I didn't saw I want to go out there to be on the ocean."

She paused, realizing that she was ranting like she had with her mother. She remembered what she had said, that her father understood her and knew the dangers of the ocean but Moana couldn't see it that way.

"Nothing I do will get through to him."

[bit_fairytale]

"See, that's when I stop listening," Amy says, sitting herself up just a little so that she can offer her sage advice, not that she's ever been a well-adjusted person, as the psychiatrists in her life can attest to. "If someone pushes and tells me I can't do something, it's a guarantee that I'm just going to fight a lot harder to get to do it," she promises, and even though she understands that Moana has different responsibilities than her, it's not something that she thinks should be let go, either.

"Maybe you ought to stop saying and start doing," she says gently. "Better to ask forgiveness than permission, sometimes."