Billy's return to Milliways

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He appears first as a speck in the sky, then the whistling begins as he hits the strange envelope that holds atmosphere around Milliways.

Over the lake, he falls, completely limp, falling with increasing speed as the gravity of the small asteroid's surface grabs him.

At some point, he wakes, and waking, flails, trying to see what is happening. Finally, he does manage to get turned to see where he is falling. By which time, the surface of the lake is very, very, near. Somehow, through wind, or magic, or something unknown, he shifts, sideways, and is falling towards ground. His eyes widen with horror and his mouth stretches wide to say the magic word, but nothing comes out and he grabs his throat as...

...with a sound like a bag of glass striking a brick wall, he hits a large outcropping of rock. Conciousness is driven from him yet again.

His body seems to totter there for a moment, and then, without a sound, rolls down the rock to the ground, to the snow, and slips into a snowbank.

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Garion is out by the lake doing sword exercises when he sees the boy fall. Planting the sword into the ground, he trots over as fast as possible before dropping to his knees.

"Hello? Hello, can you...are you all right?"

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The completely out Billy doesnt respond, his body is limp and in several places bones break the surface. Blood and bruises mottle his entire body where it is visible and his clothes look torn and tatterred. His pulse, if felt for, will be weakening and slowing very fast.

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He looks at the boy, realizing the damage, and wishes that Aunt Pol was here. She was always the best at the arts of medicine.

He has to do something, hwoever, and he's quite sure that moving the boy will do nothing but harm him. Unfortunately, he's not sure if he'll survive Garion leaving him either, considering the cold. Thus he closes his eyes and reaches out, pulling at the force of his Will for a moment before turning his attention to the Voice at the back of his mind.

Hello? I need help.
*And you think I can do anything?*
You know everything! Why can't you tell me how to help him?
*You are well aware that I can't share most of what I know.*
Then what do I do?
*What you usually do.*
That's not--

But the Voice was gone, then. Thus he pushes up his sleeves and squeezes his eyes shut before putting his hand to Billy's arms.

Keep it simple. Make it simple.

He didn't know how to heal. He didn't know how the body worked or how to mend bones...

But he did know that the body knew. That the Universe had created it to a purpose, each cell and particle, and that each particle knew the way it was supposed to be. He focuses his will and, like speaking to a plant, he begins to encourage the boy's body to be as it was. Like growing a plant or shifting between forms, it takes concentration and a great deal of focus.

Sweat beads his brow.

But by the end, his body no longer holds the irregular lumps and the bleeding slows before stopping. It's still messy, but it won't get any worse.




And Garion pushes back, away, with a tired huff and breathes hard.

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It was perhaps a moment later when Billy stirs, his body whole, his mind still distracted as images flash through his mind.

He remembers the battle and the appearance oF the Spectre, and of how easily he was defeated. He remembers falling for a very long time, and he vaguely remembers a touch of healing and help from Rachel... if that wasnt a halucination. He remembers falling over Milliwats and then... and nothing else...

He tries to groan, but nothing comes out of his mouth and he blinks, hands going to his throat as he looks up and sees the pale looking Garion nearby.

He gestures to the man,waving slihgtly, even as he tries to speak and again, nothing comes out at all. Billy's face looks slightly panicked at the same time as he is wondering if Garion is okay.

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I'm fine.

A touch of speech, projected to Billy as he did while a wolf most times. It doesn't take much effort.

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Billy blinks then nods, still feeling at his throat, looking worried.

I dont suppose you can hrear what is in my head, huh?

He points to his throat and mimes speaking with no sound coming out., then he shakes his head and looks around, eyes wide. He really was at Milliways. But that meant... the Wizard was undefended! He launches to his feet, looking around, then stops, and turns back to Garion. Garion is hurt. ...did he help me?

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It is only because he is listening that he hears.

"I can...but I'll keep it to what you want me to hear."

He's a Sendarian after all, polite and well aware of social boundaries.

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Billy nods again. He isnt sure how he got to where he is, but Garion must have found him... but, he glances at Garion and thinks hard.

Are you really okay? You look kinda tired.

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"Just a little winded."

He shakes his head and wipes his brow.

"You were injured. I'm not very good at healing."

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Billy looks down at his body and sudenly remembers a moment of PAIN and reals for just a second before he catches his balance. He looks at Garion with no little awe and some gratitude.

Thank you! Very much. And I'm sorrry it drained you so bad.

That last sneaks in because he was just raised that way and feels badly when people go out of their way for him.

Can I help you somehow?

He shivers a little in his tatterred clothes, glancing around the snow that litters the grounds.

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He shakes his head.

"Perhaps join me inside? It's rather cold."

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He shivers and nods.

I should checdk the Door too. I dont know how exactly I got here this time, or if the Door will be open for me.

He trudges towards the Bar. His head aches a little and he is cold... and terrified, but he stifles as much as he can and thinks hard at Garion.

When did it start to snow so badly?

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"It happens in winter, friend."

He nods to the bar.

"And we should get something hot into us."

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He nods and heads in that direction.

Hot sounds good!

He shivers again and wonders if his bag and room are still there. His mind is still whirling.

Do you know how long I have been gone, Milliways-time?

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He shrugs.

"No idea."

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He holds the door for Garion as they go in and then shakes his head.

I hope it hasnt been long enough for my room to be taken.

He hops, or rather moves slowly, onto a barstool, looks at the Bar, then looks at Garion.

Do you think she can hear me if I lay a hand on her surface?

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He nods.

"I'm sure. If I can hear you, she probably can."

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He hesitates then reaches out a hand to Bar's surface.

Um, Bar? Can I have a hot chocolate for me and a-He breaks off and looks to Garion. What would you like?

This thinking hard is kinda headachy and his mind is still trying to concentrate.

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Garion chuckles.

"Hot chocolate for me as well."

He nods towards Billy.

"You don't have to think so hard. Just a bit of intent will do."

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He smiles.

Cool.

He turns back to Bar.

-and a hot chocolate for Garion too?

Nothing happens and he sighs. then he gets an idea and from somwhere on his tatterred clothing findsda notepad and apen. he scribbles a message saying the same things as he had thought, then places it on the top of her.

The message sinks into her, then the drinks appear and he smiles in relief, and hands one to Garion.

He is scared and not sure what to do and certain that things are going bad back in his world. How long was he falling? What happenned back at the Rock? And how could he find out? He glanced at the front wall and his fear was ruled right on as he saw the Door was gone. Again, he tried to groan only to have nothing come out and one hand stole to his throat. What happened to his voice?