:I can still see him: Jisa insists. :Maybe if I get in rapport with you, you can -: 

Shavri accepts the mental 'hand', and - doesn't feel any particular way - about the glimpse through her daughter's Othersenses of Leareth's mind to Mindhealing-Sight. There's something there, but it's a garden on fire and nearly all the plants are already gone. She takes Brightstar's offered rapport as well, and - focus inward, downward - 

It's the weirdest fucking way of using Healing-Sight that Shavri has ever experienced. She has her Sight focused on something, but she can't pull back her mental viewpoint or shift the scale. She can see this structure, and if she effortfully refocuses she can end up on that structure instead, and her Sight seems to be under the impression that none of the structures in Leareth's body are in any way related to each other. 

Blasting his shoulder joint with Healing-energy is not going to do anything useful, even if she could technically aim at it right now. If this is going to work at all, she needs to get herself focused on his heart and see if she can smack it around hard enough to get it beating, it doesn't even need to be an effective heartbeat that successfully moves blood, she just needs the energy-loop to exist at all so she can hook her Gift into it... 

...Okay. That sure is a heart that is not doing anything. Seen up close, there's still a little bit of life-force there - it's not completely dark, and Shavri can make out structure, which she's pretty sure doesn't work on dead flesh. (It's historically been inconvenient for research, actually, that Healers can't train Sight on dead bodies, and can't cut up their living patients to look at how things are put together, so it takes a lot of drawings and practice to correlate them.) 

Shavri throws a focused dart of Healing-energy, and - 

 
- it lands, and it drains away and it's gone. Some of these cells are technically in some sense still alive, but they're - in living patients there's something like a cup, something Healing-energy can land in and propagate on from. The others are cracked cups, with both Healing-energy and their own natural life-force slowly but constantly leaking away.

This is a cup with no bottom. She can throw Healing-energy at it, sure, and at a hyper-local level there's something still there that can use it as fuel, but - there's nothing that can hold it even for a moment, let alone distribute it, and so most is pointlessly wasted. Shavri can't get a Healing-link to every cell in Leareth's body independently. 

If she had something to replace the critical vital functions, routing around the damaged pathways entirely, so she could slow down and figure out what can still be repaired– ...but Healing-Gift doesn't work like that. 

She tries again anyway, but she doesn't think it's going to work. She's pretty sure that all she's figured out, here, is an extremely creepy way to make Healing-Sight work on a recently-dead corpse.

And then there’s a burst of unfamiliar magic, vast and strange and definitely not a Gate, and Shavri, with her hands still on Leareth’s chest, is alone with him, falling a couple of feet and landing hard on her knees on a stone floor. No, not exactly stone, weirdly uniform white...porcelain? 

She can't feel Jisa or Brightstar anymore. Or Blai, which means Leareth is doomed anyway. But she was in the middle of trying something, and she's going to keep trying, even though she just lost her tenuous Healing-Sight focus when she was startled and she has to start over. 

From the perspective of the staff of the trauma ICU at Renown Regional Medical Center in Reno, Nevada, most of whom were clustered at the nursing station arguing about the wisdom of involving the US government in their...situation...or the possible awkwardness of tabloid journalists poking around to investigate "faith Healers" - 

- there's a weird flash of light from near Pod Four, the furthest point from the entrance. There's a thud. 

Whoever gets there first will find: 

There's a man sprawled on his back on the floor. He's wearing dark clothes that look about as non-modern as Samora's but definitely aren't the same style. He isn't moving. There are no obvious injuries – his clothes are intact, his limbs are all in the right place, there's no blood – but he does not look particularly alive. 

(He will, however, read Evil.) 

There's also a small woman wearing disheveled green robes, her tightly-curled dark hair combed through with grey despite a face that looks at most early forties. She's currently kneeling by the man's head with both hands on his forehead, completely ignoring everything else in her surroundings. 

Samora has way too little context to participate in the argument and is mostly pacing, waiting for further information on how best to use her spells. When she hears the thud, she's nearby enough and curious enough to stick her head in.

Well that sure is some people who weren't in there a minute ago, and the Evil one on the ground looks to be in bad shape. She gets within ten feet of him and casts Stabilize.

...That's a cleric spell. Shavri recognizes it. 

It also doesn't do anything. It would've been too much to hope for, Shavri thinks, it's the least powerful one she's seen. 

:Don't waste any spells or channels, it doesn't work: she sends at - whoever that was, she's not particularly aiming her Mindspeech - and then goes back to trying to get her Sight on-target again. Brightstar was so much better at this. She's stuck on some confusing mess of structure that she thinks is...stomach-adjacent?? and having trouble figuring out how to refocus back on Leareth's heart. Why doesn't her Sight think that any of Leareth's parts are connected to his other parts??? Well, probably because he's dead, that's the obvious explanation for quite a lot of things, but Shavri is going to be stubborn anyway. 

The Mindspeech catches Samora and also Marian, who had just been talking to Samora about diamond dust and doesn't really have a lot to do right now and is if anything delighted for a distraction from the awkward and stressful argument. 

- what. Oh shit. Shit shit shit. 

"HEY GUYS I NEED HELP OVER HERE!" she yells, and spends about three-quarters of a second considering whether to run for the nearest wall-box-dispenser and put gloves on before she touches the mysterious unconscious man. She decides against and just flings herself down beside the - telepathic person in robes?? - to check for a pulse, which she's really not surprised when she fails to find. This person is extremely dead person colored. 

"CODE BLUE!" she shouts, and starts CPR. The floor is honestly a more ergonomic position for it than climbing on a patient's bed, and the telepathic person in robes isn't actually in her way. 

(Marian is mostly running on instinct and hasn't noticed any confusion about whether Samora would have tried any magic and whether it should have just worked.) 

Oh no, it's magic-resistant. Might be a curse? She didn't prep Remove Curse. What's Detect Magic showing? He's wearing some items but as far as she can tell they're all abjurations. There could be an abjuration that blocks healing, or at least she doesn't know it's impossible, but she's not confident enough to try taking his items off, especially not when Marian seems to know what she's doing and Samora would get in the way. 

Also, that woman just did a Still Silent Message while concentrating on another spell that's nothing she's ever seen before, which is pretty impressive. Probably impressive enough that she'd ping Evil if she was, especially if she did the teleport, so that's interesting.

Shavri had almost gotten her Sight on the right general area and she abruptly loses it and swears loudly in Valdemaran.

Oh, it’s because some new person just showed up and is getting in her way and disrupting her Sight.

:Can you stop that?: she snaps at the bizarrely-dressed young woman. 

“What? No!” 

About half of the total staff on the unit have now caught up.

“Marian,” Fraser says to her. “Marian, trade off, you’re our translator.”

Oh. Right. That makes sense.

Marian scrambles out of the way. She’s shaking slightly, which is just embarrassing even if that was REALLY startling.

“Samora, did you - do you have any idea -“

"She told me healing spells didn't work but not what the problem was. I only tried a Stabilize; it failed like it couldn't find a target. My best guess if he's not actually dead is that he's cursed or has a cursed item, but it's not much of a guess, I'm not a magic expert." Tris would have been able to figure it out if she was here.

…Marian relays that in English to Bella from Pod Four rather than figure out what to do with it. ‘Failed like it couldn’t even find a target’ seems doomier than ‘succeeded for less than a second’ or something but at least it sounds like there are still explanations for it.

Someone shoves the paper documentation flowsheet on its clipboard at her and Marian is briefly stymied by the fact that there is *not* a line included to put cleric healing attempts on. She tries to squeeze in an extra column all the way over by the margin and puts “stabilize” and an X next to the current time.

Fortunately there is an extremely standardized protocol for handling this in the complete absence of any cleric magic! 

Shavri loses her third try at getting any kind of Healing-Sight focus on Leareth and - all right, maybe this is the wrong thing to be tunnel-visioning on and she should, instead, try to figure out where she is and what everyone thinks they’re trying to do exactly and, just, what in general.

She looks up at the cleric and - oh, that’s the Iomedae holy symbol. She’s glad of it. It makes her feel less completely lost.

:Are we in Golarion?: she asks her. It doesn’t look at all like she had been picturing. 

"No, this is a place of healing on Earth. I came here by accident yesterday. Were you just on Golarion? Do you know how you got here?" She's speaking Celestial but it won't be hard for a Mindspeaker to grab her meaning, she's not trying to shield at all.

Clarice would like the mysterious woman in robes to stop touching the patient so they can get a reading off the defib pads. She's kind of assuming a language barrier and is in a hurry and resorting to trying to smack her hands out of the way. 

Shavri is spectacularly confused about every single element of what's happening right now but, okay, it's not like she was getting anywhere anyway, she'll back off. 

:...We were in Velgarth before this. There was a cleric of Iomedae from Golarion who ended up in Velgarth by accident a few weeks ago. I don't know how we got here, I was - kind of trying to focus - it might be the same way the cleric of Iomedae got to our world before.: Or the same way this cleric of Iomedae ended up here in 'Earth'???? Why are there so many accidents transporting people to different worlds!!!

The monitor screen shows asystole. Not even the kind with random useless blips, just a completely flat isoelectric line. 

...Yeah that's not especially surprising, this guy looks like he's been down a while. It's not a great sign but they'll give it a good effort anyway. "Resume compressions," Clarice says to Fraser. 

(Fraser is kind of regretting not escaping the unit when he had a chance, at this rate he's going to be stuck here for ages.) 

Shavri is so confused about what they're trying to do, but there's no way she can get Healing-Sight up again if they're jostling things around like that and they did not seem very amenable to stopping. 

:What kind of place of healing?: she asks the cleric, in case that will result in an explanation. 

"They have no magic at all but really good nonmagical healing for diseases! Nothing as good for injuries as positive energy, but still pretty great. What happened to your friend?"