>>5349662You stare at your unconscious daughter behind the glass, looking at her face troubled even in her dreams. You want to help her, to DO something to make this okay. Looking down at your right arm, you try futilely to summon Divine Dragon Force. But it is far too soon after using your Stand's Wish, it not having the power to even answer your call, much less appear to help.
“Dammit.” you mutter to yourself. “I wish I could DO something.”
“The burden of a healer.” Dr. White suddenly speaks up, you turning from your hand to his wizened face. “Knowing there is nothing more you can do, but still feeling obligated to keep doing more to help them. A terrible fate, for those who care for others. But one must know when any further influence would worsen their patient's chances, and not improve them.”
“I hate this.” Raditz murmurs, holding his head in his hands as he sits on the ground by your daughter. “I hate feeling helpless.”
You turn back from Dr. White to your daughter's sleeping face, watching her twitching occasionally as she wrestles her demons in her sleep. Seeing her struggling in the pod, you can't help but feel that, despite Dr. White's words, you have to do something. So you do, reaching out with your left hand and again placing it against the glass, closing your eyes. You focus everything on your telepathy, reaching out with your mind to try and reach Chaya.
“Hey, can you hear me Chaya?” you <span class="mu-i">think</span> out, willing your mind to reach hers. “C'mon kiddo, answer me. I know you're still in there, talk to me.”
You don't get a response, but you can feel something. Your mind is almost reaching her, just barely brushing against her consciousness. You grasp onto that tentative connection with everything you've got, pressing harder to try and reach her.
“Come on Chaya, I know you can hear me.” you <span class="mu-i">think</span> to her, putting more force behind your thoughts. “Don't give up, I know you're stronger than this! Get UP!”
“D...Da...daddy?” comes her weak response, and opening your eyes see her struggling to do the same. You see her fighting to wake up, brows furrowed as she pushes to get her eyes open.
“That's it, kiddo, you can do it!” you encourage, redoubling your focus on your mental link with her while maintaining eye contact. You hear the doctor saying something behind you, but your focus is entirely on Chaya. “Don't stay down Chaya, wake up. Get up!”
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