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Pairing: Igorina/OFC
Disclaimer: The author makes no
claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld.
On the Slab
Igorina adjusted the lightening rod, making sure that all the wires were connected to the right body parts. She looked at the woman on the slab. She'd done her best — and that was pretty damn well, even if she was saying so herself — with the broken ribs, the crushed spine. But until the lightening struck she was essentially doing the job of a mortician. She brushed a lock of dark hair away from the pallid face. Generous lips, even in death. Pretty. She heard the rain pounding the tin roof of the clinic, and threw the switch just as a bolt of lightening arced down from the sky. Electricity slammed into the lightening rod, crackling as it traveled down through the many, many wires, damping itself in the young woman's body. A body which was touched, now, with the bloom of life. Igorina unclipped the wires quickly, before another bolt could strike and undo her work. On the slab, the woman's eyelids fluttered. "Why do my teeth hurt?" Igorina grinned. Not nearly as disoriented as some of the ones she brought back. She sat down by the slab and explained about the bricks that had crushed her body. "So you... brought me back?" The young woman asked. Igorina nodded. The young woman, whose name was Illiana, took in Igorina's long hair, the circle of stitches under her eye, and smiled. "Now surely," she suggested, "there must be some way I can thank you for that." |