"OW! That so totally hurts!" -- Charles Xavier

[cityship]

The battle against the Ohm raged on, and the casualties on the ground were mounting. Injured crew members got emergency treatment in the field, which largely amounted to patching them up so they wouldn't die sometime within the next fifteen minutes. After that, they were quickly picked up by shuttle and brought back to the ship, where they were sent to a medbay that was getting progressively more crowded.

The situation was growing increasingly dire, to the point that Stacy activated one of the AI's to help out.



"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

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"That" she says, distressed expression turning into a pained glare, "is not an answer. I asked you what happened. And please don't tell me you got blown up or something, because that would be just peachy." And she throws her hands in the air and winces and hisses and again considers letting the doctor-y person do his job, the thought obviously seconded by Dustin's assertion.

Never one to take advice, she arches an eyebrow at him, clutching at her gaping, bleeding wound in an absentminded fashion. "I'll lie down when I want to lie down, Scruffy McJackass."

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Dustin pretended to be distracted by something on the ceiling.

“…Maybe…” And he earnestly corrected himself. “—It was a little explosion though.”

[slainrobots.livejournal.com]

Aaand Yoshimi stared at him, face quite blank as she fought her instincts to not whap him upside the head, because surely that would just aggravate his injuries, and getting blown up is probably enough for one day. Probably meaning maybe.

"You know I never believe you when you say it's a little explosion," she intones, a hand coming down heavily on his apparently uninjured upper arm, eyes squeezing shut as she exhales very, very carefully. In Yoshimi Sign Language, this means "Thank &*$%ing Kami-sama you're alive."

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Dustin continued to stare at the ceiling, mostly because he could feel that look Yoshimi was giving him and, therefore, he found it satisfactory to direct his visual stimuli elsewhere; secondly it was because he didn’t feel like moving around much, a fact that he attested to when a hand came down on his uninjured arm with just enough pressure to cause discomfort.

Or perhaps he simply wanted to watch her squirm. Dustin wasn’t feeling too fantastic anyways, what with being conscious and all, knowing that his compacted rib cage was grinding pleadingly with each breath and getting the occasional twinge from the ASIS while it adjusted the various splints holding him together. So it wasn’t that hard to fake a flinch and a set jaw.

“Which is funny, because they usually are,” he mumbled after the preceding theatrics, trying on a strained smile, “It’s okay, though, really. I’m not dead.”

Because he should be.

“I really think you should go lie down.”

[slainrobots.livejournal.com]

She twitches back when he flinches, frowning at him, knowing that he has more pain tolerance than that, but fully aware that he's allowed to feel pain when he wants to feel pain. She stands there for a second, not really knowing what to do, because she really wants to hug him, but that's obviously not going to work too well right now.

She winces.

"Well, yeah, but would you believe you? Actually, no, that's a stupid question." Rubbing at her eyes, behind which a devil of a headache is developing, she sighs. "Just... yeah. Thank you for not being dead."

The slowly growing puddle of blood on the floor at her feet is a bit worrisome, yes. She has the grace to look a little sheepish as she notices this.

"I've had worse," she says, determined to not admit that she needs to lie down, because that would somehow be related to admitting that she totally didn't need to come flying across the room like some crazed and concerned girlfriend. Oh wait.

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

The blank stare being returned said several things, mostly that Dustin was probably going to fall asleep in the next few minutes, partially that he agreed with Yoshimi’s sentiments about her question being, as she said, ‘stupid’, and partially that he was also extremely thankful that he wasn’t dead, because that would be unfortunate. The skeptical, kind of pained expression that followed was completely unrelated and was either honestly caused by discomfort or was from preparatory fear of the bit of snark that managed to sneak past his lax, drug-filled personal censors:

“…Well at least get that closed up so that you stop bleeding everywhere. Someone might slip.”