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What if I bleed, What if I break; [Open to anyone in Medbay]
Claire had somehow managed to sleep through quite a lot in the last day and a half. Maybe she would've woken up sooner if she'd had any idea of what was going on around her, but whether it was the drugs or overall fatigue from blood loss and the energy it had taken to keep awake until shed been put under, she slept through the night and most of the day. She came close to waking up a few times, stirring in her sleep or voices pulling her up from her dreams, but she'd slip under again before fully waking.
After a while, she just couldn't sleep anymore, however. She wasn't particularly quick in the waking aspect, of course. She was aware first that she wasn't in her "bed" in the precinct almost immediately. Her stomach felt oddly numb, and slowly she blinked her eyes open, staring up at the ceiling above her, a look of slightly disoriented confusion passing over her face. One hand moved to her stomach, and she felt the bandage there, remembering.
I got shot. The thought was a little disturbingly calm. She briefly considered sitting up to get a better look around her, but there was a dull ache underneath the numbness, and she decided she was pretty good in the position she was currently in, for the moment. She did turn her head, though, when she caught movement in her peripheral vision.
After a while, she just couldn't sleep anymore, however. She wasn't particularly quick in the waking aspect, of course. She was aware first that she wasn't in her "bed" in the precinct almost immediately. Her stomach felt oddly numb, and slowly she blinked her eyes open, staring up at the ceiling above her, a look of slightly disoriented confusion passing over her face. One hand moved to her stomach, and she felt the bandage there, remembering.
I got shot. The thought was a little disturbingly calm. She briefly considered sitting up to get a better look around her, but there was a dull ache underneath the numbness, and she decided she was pretty good in the position she was currently in, for the moment. She did turn her head, though, when she caught movement in her peripheral vision.

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And then awkward silence. Steve's apparent favorite conversational tool. "So," he said after a moment. "They made me leave earlier but now that you're up, is there anything I can get you?"
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"Unless you can smuggle me a book or something, not really."
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"Everything's in the Media Library, and you might be able to download stuff to the omnicomms but I'm not really sure how." Claire didn't even really pretend she was an expert with electronics.
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"Oh," he said, a little disappointed. He made a mental note to figure out how to do that so next time he could actually get Claire something to read. "Sorry... I guess you're stuck with my witty conversation. So how about that weather?"
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He reached up and rubbed his eyes wearily-- hadn't been sleeping real well since the whole incident happened. The precinct was alight with activity and he was too worried about Claire to tune it out anyway. He'd just been staying out of the way back in the little office charged as his room.
"It's a mess down there," he muttered.
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"Yeah? I'm not surprised." Everything had been a serious mess when she'd been down there, and from what she'd gathered from Leon things were still pretty dicey.
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Steve frowned slightly. "I heard it was all just fake anyway, so the fight was for nothing."
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"Not all for nothing," she replied. She still wasn't particularly enthused by what had happened, but things had sort of worked out. "The yeerk got out alive, and Sam Winchester and most of the people who were trying to kill it are all locked up."
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Of course, Steve actually had no idea it had been partially Leon's idea to pull the whole bait-and-switch with the yeerkball, which was probably a good thing at this point. He didn't need to know it was Leon to obviously despise the idea altogether.
"It's just stupid," he muttered. "It's lucky nobody got killed."
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"It is lucky no one got killed," she admitted, her eyes drifting to her covered stomach. "It's hard to imagine the situation going well no matter what the circumstances, though."
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"Yeah," he lamented, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall. "Something's always bound to go wrong. People are stupid."
With his daily dose of disaffected teenage misanthropy taken care of, he smiled a little crookedly at Claire. "I'm just glad you weren't hurt worse." He miraculously left unspoken the sentiment that he wouldn't have known what to do, particularly if Claire had been so injured she died right there on the street.
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"What were you doing down there, anyway?"
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Which was stupid of him, he knew full and well. "It's good I was there to help, but- I probably should have just left. If I got shot..."
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"Would've just made things even worse. But at least you didn't, right?" She offered him another smile, this one a little more genuine. She was glad he had been there to help her, of course, but she was even more glad they didn't have to worry about him spreading his infection.
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He hadn't been worried about that at all, of course. Watching Claire get hurt had wiped everything else out of his concern almost instantly. Though he was doubly glad he hadn't been hurt for the fact that out of everybody there, she would have been the one infected first.
"I guess everything really can get worse if you think about it too much." Or if you're carrying a deadly blood born mutagen. "That's what they call optimism."
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"That's definitely true."
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"Have your daughter and, uh, Leon been by lately?" he asked after a moment. It was kind of a strange tone of voice, more wary than curious.
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"Leon was here when I woke up, and Sherry came by a little later."
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He wasn't about to go whining to Claire about Leon throwing him out earlier though. He didn't need her to fight his battles for him. "I'm sure they were worried too." That was an idiotic thing to say, he thought a second later, but oh well.
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"They were. Sherry said she hadn't seen Leon sleep a wink since the fight, and she was looking pretty tired when she came by, too." She could only hope that both her best friend and daughter were now actually getting the sleep they needed.
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"He's chief of security, so he... must have a lot to worry about all at once," Steve went on. That didn't really excuse him for acting like a dick, but having a lot on your mind always made everything harder. Why are you making excuses for him? "And she's too little to have to worry about losing her mom like that..."
Way to tell Claire what she already knows, idiot. "Ugh... Sorry. I'm just thinking out loud," he said quickly. "I'm glad they didn't get hurt too."
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