And for what it's worth, if you need me to? I have more written to tack onto that post, more dialogue, but I didn't want to rush through anything and move on to other things, without giving you a chance to respond.
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And for what it's worth, if you need me to? I have more written to tack onto that post, more dialogue, but I didn't want to rush through anything and move on to other things, without giving you a chance to respond.
And for what it's worth, if you need me to? I have more written to tack onto that post, more dialogue, but I didn't want to rush through anything and move on to other things, without giving you a chance to respond.
Galina paused, for a single moment, as she passed that enormous mountain of a man, Daisuke. She looked up to him from the corner of her dark eyes, a slow smile sidling over her lips. "Honestly Daisuke, until this very moment, I had absolutely no idea you possessed a sense of humor. Will wonders never cease?"
Still hungry but eminently amused, Galina nodded to Daisuke as she slowly walked into Souma's room, slipping off her own sandals by the door. Her smile remained, a soft thing now though, with none of the playfulness that Naoki's presence, or tweaking Daisuke's proverbial nose, had provided. There was too much hurt, too much suffering between them for any jest to last, and Galina still did not yet know the full extent of Souma's hurts.
Galina bowed respectfully to Souma before lowering herself to kneel opposite his meal tray. She was instantly reminded of those few humiliating moments spent on the Empress, and then the tea ceremony in the Takahiro compound, and some small part of her stood in amazement there was no pain to be found in either recollection. Not anymore.
"Konnichiwa, Souma," Galina said softly, her voice not much more than a melodic whisper over the samurai's dinner, "And thank you for speaking me."
Galina folded her hands in her lap delicately, the genuine plea in her dark eyes unhidden and so very easy to read. "I have been back to the compound, and I saw all they did there, the Americans. I should like to know, what happened to Raigo-sama? To Ai? I imagine after all that I did here, it might seem a bold lie to say I genuinely care, but I do. Your family was truly kind to me."
She let those words hang for a moment or two in the air, knowing very well she had precious little right to ask after the Takahiro family, but she still had a small hope that Soshitsu's words had been not much more than poorly understood and spoken English, that perhaps she misunderstood, misheard, that father or sister both may have escaped.
Still hungry but eminently amused, Galina nodded to Daisuke as she slowly walked into Souma's room, slipping off her own sandals by the door. Her smile remained, a soft thing now though, with none of the playfulness that Naoki's presence, or tweaking Daisuke's proverbial nose, had provided. There was too much hurt, too much suffering between them for any jest to last, and Galina still did not yet know the full extent of Souma's hurts.
Galina bowed respectfully to Souma before lowering herself to kneel opposite his meal tray. She was instantly reminded of those few humiliating moments spent on the Empress, and then the tea ceremony in the Takahiro compound, and some small part of her stood in amazement there was no pain to be found in either recollection. Not anymore.
"Konnichiwa, Souma," Galina said softly, her voice not much more than a melodic whisper over the samurai's dinner, "And thank you for speaking me."
Galina folded her hands in her lap delicately, the genuine plea in her dark eyes unhidden and so very easy to read. "I have been back to the compound, and I saw all they did there, the Americans. I should like to know, what happened to Raigo-sama? To Ai? I imagine after all that I did here, it might seem a bold lie to say I genuinely care, but I do. Your family was truly kind to me."
She let those words hang for a moment or two in the air, knowing very well she had precious little right to ask after the Takahiro family, but she still had a small hope that Soshitsu's words had been not much more than poorly understood and spoken English, that perhaps she misunderstood, misheard, that father or sister both may have escaped.
"Cut yourself on metal, did you?" Devika asked gently as she pulled the portable patient monitor to where the young, strikingly-tattooed blue-haired young man sat, and made a mental note to add 'tetanus shot' to the list.
"And First Sergeant, you're more than welcome to stay if you want," she said, lifting her head from the small monitor screen to look to Abby, and then back to the man fidgeting uncomfortably on her examining table. "But I promise, we'll be just fine. I'm especially nice to people who think my paintings are pretty."
Devika winked at Connor, then turned to take the small tablet she'd left on a countertop, to set it next to the young man on the table.
Abby grinned, arms still folded over her chest as she let out a big breath through pursed lips. She really did have about a thousand other things she had to get to today - some of them on her official list, open for perusal from on high; and then the unofficial list she ticked off in her thoughts that, as far as she knew, were still very much her own. There would be no official record of her meeting with Reece, or when she finally caught up with Josie, or with Sergeant Davis. Sure the hell, there would be no record when she and Gavin went to talk to Antoine Eadoré after lunch -
Lunch.
All the blood drained from the First Sergeant's face as she glanced down to her pad.
1305. 'Shit...' Her first date in - hell, well over a decade - and no, it completely did not matter that it wasn't meant to be a real date, dinner and a movie, maybe a long night's walk on an ocean pier. It didn't even matter, that this one meal in the same old dining facility had been something she'd flippantly called a 'date' in a thoughtless, off-the-cuff comment as she was leaving Gavin's lab. Because if Gavin was the prompt type for a noon meal? She'd already blown it by over an hour. Somehow, Abby managed to stifle a groan, masking it all with a wide grin.
"All right Ma'am, I'll leave you to it," she said swiftly, and then leaned down to whisper softly in Connor's ear. "You call me if she gets hinky. I'll be back with the cavalry in a heartbeat. I got your back." Abby walked slowly backward to the door, grinning as she looked reassuringly into Connor's brown eyes. 'Call me,' she mouthed the words as she held pinkie and thumb to mouth and ear, and disappeared into the hallway.
Devika turned back to the young man as the infirmary door swiftly slid shut behind the First Sergeant, the little woman shrugging her shoulders helplessly. With any other patient, she might have made some small joke about the young man being left in her dastardly clutches, maybe even cackled with evil laughter - but somehow this patient seemed about ready to bolt out the door anyway, and probably wasn't really in the headspace to 'get' her jokes at the moment. Most other people didn't really get them on her best days anyway, and she really didn't need to lose her first 'normal' patient since she woke.
"Don't you worry about a thing, really," Devika said, smiling her best, most reassuring smile. "I'm just going to get your name, your vital signs: blood pressure, temperature and so on. Then we're going to take a peek beneath that bandage."
With gentle, practiced hands, Devika wrapped the blood pressure cuff about Connor's uninjured arm, popped a disposable cover over the thermometer, and then popped it into his mouth as she turned on the machine. "For what it's worth, I don't like needles either," she said as she held the thermometer in place, peering up into the young man's brown eyes reassuringly.
"I know, I know, nurse's aren't supposed to feel like that, or at least admit it if they do? But there it is! Can't stand getting shots of any kind. IV's, vaccinations, finger sticks for iron and glucose tests - all of it sucks." Devika shuddered sincerely. "And that's why I have a thousand and one ways to make it... Bearable, I suppose? And, at the very least, if you promise not to bolt on me? I can share rule number one: never, ever watch while you're being given an injection."
The machine beside her beeped irritatingly, the blood pressure cuff loosened and Devika pulled the thermometer from Connor's mouth, popping the protective plastic piece easily into a nearby garbage can. She annotated the readings on her pad beside the young man, before looking back up at him with a soft smile.
"You don't even know the number of times I've seen 'tough guys' try to power through - but when they watch the needle go in? BOOM!" Devika slapped the paper-covered cushion beside Connor with a genuine laugh before pushing the vital signs machine away.
"Flat on their backs, out cold. Please don't be 'out cold' on me, any time soon. There is absolutely no way I'm lifting you off the floor if it happens - though I will treat your concussion best I can if you bounce your head off something really hard," she quipped with a wink.
"Oh, and yes - what is your name?"
"And First Sergeant, you're more than welcome to stay if you want," she said, lifting her head from the small monitor screen to look to Abby, and then back to the man fidgeting uncomfortably on her examining table. "But I promise, we'll be just fine. I'm especially nice to people who think my paintings are pretty."
Devika winked at Connor, then turned to take the small tablet she'd left on a countertop, to set it next to the young man on the table.
Abby grinned, arms still folded over her chest as she let out a big breath through pursed lips. She really did have about a thousand other things she had to get to today - some of them on her official list, open for perusal from on high; and then the unofficial list she ticked off in her thoughts that, as far as she knew, were still very much her own. There would be no official record of her meeting with Reece, or when she finally caught up with Josie, or with Sergeant Davis. Sure the hell, there would be no record when she and Gavin went to talk to Antoine Eadoré after lunch -
Lunch.
All the blood drained from the First Sergeant's face as she glanced down to her pad.
1305. 'Shit...' Her first date in - hell, well over a decade - and no, it completely did not matter that it wasn't meant to be a real date, dinner and a movie, maybe a long night's walk on an ocean pier. It didn't even matter, that this one meal in the same old dining facility had been something she'd flippantly called a 'date' in a thoughtless, off-the-cuff comment as she was leaving Gavin's lab. Because if Gavin was the prompt type for a noon meal? She'd already blown it by over an hour. Somehow, Abby managed to stifle a groan, masking it all with a wide grin.
"All right Ma'am, I'll leave you to it," she said swiftly, and then leaned down to whisper softly in Connor's ear. "You call me if she gets hinky. I'll be back with the cavalry in a heartbeat. I got your back." Abby walked slowly backward to the door, grinning as she looked reassuringly into Connor's brown eyes. 'Call me,' she mouthed the words as she held pinkie and thumb to mouth and ear, and disappeared into the hallway.
Devika turned back to the young man as the infirmary door swiftly slid shut behind the First Sergeant, the little woman shrugging her shoulders helplessly. With any other patient, she might have made some small joke about the young man being left in her dastardly clutches, maybe even cackled with evil laughter - but somehow this patient seemed about ready to bolt out the door anyway, and probably wasn't really in the headspace to 'get' her jokes at the moment. Most other people didn't really get them on her best days anyway, and she really didn't need to lose her first 'normal' patient since she woke.
"Don't you worry about a thing, really," Devika said, smiling her best, most reassuring smile. "I'm just going to get your name, your vital signs: blood pressure, temperature and so on. Then we're going to take a peek beneath that bandage."
With gentle, practiced hands, Devika wrapped the blood pressure cuff about Connor's uninjured arm, popped a disposable cover over the thermometer, and then popped it into his mouth as she turned on the machine. "For what it's worth, I don't like needles either," she said as she held the thermometer in place, peering up into the young man's brown eyes reassuringly.
"I know, I know, nurse's aren't supposed to feel like that, or at least admit it if they do? But there it is! Can't stand getting shots of any kind. IV's, vaccinations, finger sticks for iron and glucose tests - all of it sucks." Devika shuddered sincerely. "And that's why I have a thousand and one ways to make it... Bearable, I suppose? And, at the very least, if you promise not to bolt on me? I can share rule number one: never, ever watch while you're being given an injection."
The machine beside her beeped irritatingly, the blood pressure cuff loosened and Devika pulled the thermometer from Connor's mouth, popping the protective plastic piece easily into a nearby garbage can. She annotated the readings on her pad beside the young man, before looking back up at him with a soft smile.
"You don't even know the number of times I've seen 'tough guys' try to power through - but when they watch the needle go in? BOOM!" Devika slapped the paper-covered cushion beside Connor with a genuine laugh before pushing the vital signs machine away.
"Flat on their backs, out cold. Please don't be 'out cold' on me, any time soon. There is absolutely no way I'm lifting you off the floor if it happens - though I will treat your concussion best I can if you bounce your head off something really hard," she quipped with a wink.
"Oh, and yes - what is your name?"
If they're oatmeal raisin, and made most especially by our Lil and her super special recipe? I'll totally scooch over, and share my spot on the bench Heroes
Those were wonderful posts, gcold and Kraft - and I am genuinely moved by your apology Kraft! No one can ever fault you for a lack of politesse! 
I'm afraid I'm stuck - far longer than I expected - at the VA clinic so I'll catch up a bit better when I'm home, and not typing with my clumsy fingers on my phone ><
I'm afraid I'm stuck - far longer than I expected - at the VA clinic so I'll catch up a bit better when I'm home, and not typing with my clumsy fingers on my phone ><
Everything is going swimmingly Heroes and, if nothing else? We've left you (and Doc Brock of course) plenty to read over now you're back. So good to have you back!
Kuro, have I mentioned lately how I adore Connor? I'm coming to you all from my phone, my little trip to Fort Belvoir taking waaaaaaaay longer than I thought it might. >< But I'll be writing for Abby and Devika... Whenever I finally get home?
Kuro, have I mentioned lately how I adore Connor? I'm coming to you all from my phone, my little trip to Fort Belvoir taking waaaaaaaay longer than I thought it might. >< But I'll be writing for Abby and Devika... Whenever I finally get home?
Justric said
Igraine? 'Two by two, hands of blue...'
Justric, just... Stawp! D:
And yes Kuro, that DID go through my head, the drama queen thing, but I decided to just let it sit and be all quietly subtle!
DotCom said
I may or may not be huddled beside a solitary campfire, racking up roaming charges on my phone while I read all your posts. I'm not sure any of my admittedly amazing coworkers has any concept of alone time. ><
Long story short, this RP is a life saver and I have all day Saturday to post to my introverted heart's content. =)
Miss you so Dot, and cannot wait for you to emerge from the woods and the solitary campfire soon to come play with us for a bit!
Thank you both very much All encouragement and well wishes and hopes and thoughts much appreciated this way!
And... I think I posted some thing there? Probably even twice, but I guess we'll see about the "when" of if you all can see it or not.
All encouragement and well wishes and hopes and thoughts much appreciated this way!And... I think I posted some thing there? Probably even twice, but I guess we'll see about the "when" of if you all can see it or not.
"Gangrene, Connor? Really? Drama much?" Abby rolled her eyes, her lips a thin line of disapproval, and the march toward Major Lane's office remained relentless.
But Connor's words didn't really fall on deaf ears, even if they rang of the vaguely paranoid. Most everyone knew of the NI-techs, knew that someone somewhere had violated every biomedical ethic known to mankind to bring them into existence. The Copernicus needed the minds of these men and women to negotiate the folded spaces that would actually make a journey of untold light-years, into a 'mere' 15 year sojourn.
But not even here, at the very end of their world, could anyone square the ethical circle of what had been done to NI-techs - well, not anyone with a functioning conscience, that is. Abby really did understand Connor's genuine concern, even paranoia, in the face of reality.
"Look Connor, just listen, please - well, give me a chance at least?" Abby said softly, her voice gentle and conciliatory as she looked up into those genuinely frightened brown eyes. "Major Lane is a nurse - just a nurse. She's not some part of the military medical complex... Circus.... Thing. She's this short little Indian woman who, in all likelihood... "
She stopped to look Connor up and down, and then shrugged her shoulders with a grin. "Yeah, you've got at least a foot on her. I'd lay money on it, that you could take her."
Abby pulled up before a door that looked like so many others on the Copernicus, only the small clear plastic plaque attached outside labeling the place in large black block letters "INFIRMARY"
She pressed the intercom quickly, smiled into the keypad camera for a moment before looking back up to Connor. "And if it helps at all? I'll stay with you the whole time in her office - in her definitely not sterile-white or scary infirmary. If I remember Major Lane, I bet she has her watercolors up by now, just like at the Mountain. All kinds of lovely landscapes, all the seasons, all hand-painted. Now really, what kind of amoral evil men-in-black brain doctor paints watercolors, I ask you?"
In truth, Abby was not pleased at all to hear anyone should be performing imaging scans on Connor's brain when, of course, there seemed to be absolutely no good reason to do so. She resolved in the back of her thoughts, to bring this up to Gavin when she saw him again later.
"But if she does Connor? If she makes a single move toward your brilliant blue head, and not your arm?" The soldier patted the sidearm snugly fit into her hip holster with a wink, a lift of the eyebrows and a knowing grin. "Yeah, I got you covered Connor. Not on my watch," she whispered.
As if on cue, the metal door slid open, revealing an infirmary that, at first glance, didn't appear to be much more than a glorified doctor's office. A small slender woman looked up to Abby and Connor with a tentative smile. "First Sergeant, good to see you. And you must be... Well, we didn't catch names, did we? Well 'gentleman with the extensive laceration,' I'm Devika. Come in, come in... " Devika turned on her heel, to the long examining table where she pulled from a roll of paper, covering it's plastic cushioned surface before patting it, looking up at Connor expectantly.
"Let me wash my hands here, get some gloves, and I guess we'll see what we'll see there... "
But Connor's words didn't really fall on deaf ears, even if they rang of the vaguely paranoid. Most everyone knew of the NI-techs, knew that someone somewhere had violated every biomedical ethic known to mankind to bring them into existence. The Copernicus needed the minds of these men and women to negotiate the folded spaces that would actually make a journey of untold light-years, into a 'mere' 15 year sojourn.
But not even here, at the very end of their world, could anyone square the ethical circle of what had been done to NI-techs - well, not anyone with a functioning conscience, that is. Abby really did understand Connor's genuine concern, even paranoia, in the face of reality.
"Look Connor, just listen, please - well, give me a chance at least?" Abby said softly, her voice gentle and conciliatory as she looked up into those genuinely frightened brown eyes. "Major Lane is a nurse - just a nurse. She's not some part of the military medical complex... Circus.... Thing. She's this short little Indian woman who, in all likelihood... "
She stopped to look Connor up and down, and then shrugged her shoulders with a grin. "Yeah, you've got at least a foot on her. I'd lay money on it, that you could take her."
Abby pulled up before a door that looked like so many others on the Copernicus, only the small clear plastic plaque attached outside labeling the place in large black block letters "INFIRMARY"
She pressed the intercom quickly, smiled into the keypad camera for a moment before looking back up to Connor. "And if it helps at all? I'll stay with you the whole time in her office - in her definitely not sterile-white or scary infirmary. If I remember Major Lane, I bet she has her watercolors up by now, just like at the Mountain. All kinds of lovely landscapes, all the seasons, all hand-painted. Now really, what kind of amoral evil men-in-black brain doctor paints watercolors, I ask you?"
In truth, Abby was not pleased at all to hear anyone should be performing imaging scans on Connor's brain when, of course, there seemed to be absolutely no good reason to do so. She resolved in the back of her thoughts, to bring this up to Gavin when she saw him again later.
"But if she does Connor? If she makes a single move toward your brilliant blue head, and not your arm?" The soldier patted the sidearm snugly fit into her hip holster with a wink, a lift of the eyebrows and a knowing grin. "Yeah, I got you covered Connor. Not on my watch," she whispered.
As if on cue, the metal door slid open, revealing an infirmary that, at first glance, didn't appear to be much more than a glorified doctor's office. A small slender woman looked up to Abby and Connor with a tentative smile. "First Sergeant, good to see you. And you must be... Well, we didn't catch names, did we? Well 'gentleman with the extensive laceration,' I'm Devika. Come in, come in... " Devika turned on her heel, to the long examining table where she pulled from a roll of paper, covering it's plastic cushioned surface before patting it, looking up at Connor expectantly.
"Let me wash my hands here, get some gloves, and I guess we'll see what we'll see there... "
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