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- !location: med bay,
- !plot: contact,
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- tenaya,
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"OW! That so totally hurts!" -- Charles Xavier
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."
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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She knew what internal bleeding felt like because being in combat usually resulted in it at one point or another. Two separate occasions, actually - once when she'd taken shrapnel while she'd still been in the Marines, and once in SecOps when a Na'vi warrior had thrown her against the side of her own chopper.
"A morphine drip would be nice though," she added.
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"Well... sort of. Anyway, you're already here, and I'd rather look you over now than have you carried back here later with your insides all leaking. If you behave, I'll give you a morphine drip. How's that?"
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Unfortunately, now was when she was absolutely needed. "You're a sadist, how did I not know that about you before?" She did lay back, however, staring at the shifting ceiling. "On second thought, I can't really fly a fighter hopped up on painkillers, so how about you make sure I'm not bleeding and I go?"
She wasn't in any shape to go anywhere, really. She'd been pulling a series of ridiculous maneuvers with high G-forces and adrenaline spiking all over the place. Now that she was sitting still, she could feel herself starting to crash.
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He pulled up a stool on her left side and pulled an IV drip out of the wall, taking hold of her arm and sliding it into a vein. "Just a little saline," he assured her, a boldfaced lie. "Now let's have a look at you. I love this job."
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It was deeply weird in a way to be examined by a male medic - deeply weird because the military had been very careful to assign female medics to female soldiers, and deeply weird because this was Luis, who she had been dancing (and more) with less than a couple days ago.
Although some of that deeply weird feeling could have been that she was staring to get a little muzzy. "I think this adrenaline crash is hitting me pretty hard. You got a caffeine booster somewhere you can give me?" Nope, she was totally not catching on to the fact that there totally was morphine in her drip.
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"Amiga, I am pretty sure there's no doctor in the world who'd inject straight caffeine into a patient," Luis teased her as he felt for any irregularities around her torso. "Just relax. You only get a few minutes off, you might as well enjoy them, sí?"
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Then her eyes slid open again as she abruptly realized that she didn't feel very much pain at all when he prodded at her. And then she realized that her brain felt wrapped in a wool blanket. "I can't even believe you," she said, staring at him. "You drugged me, you conniving little bitch."
Don't take it personally, Luis - she actually sounds kind of admiring.
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"I beg your pardon," Luis retorted. "You asked me to drug you, remember?"
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"Ahh, whatever. I'll go through the computer later and see how many I actually blasted." She glanced up at Luis, raising her eyebrows with a grin that she thought was flirtatious but actually turned out pretty goofy. "You know if you had wanted to play doctor there are nicer ways to ask."
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He grinned back at her. "Sorry about that. I have to try to be a little professional. But I'll get you a drink once you're back on your feet-- is that more what you had in mind?"
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Everyone had a different reaction to morphine. Apparently Trudy's reaction was to babble incessantly.
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That looked like all the injuries on her, and there wasn't much he could do about the bruising. But he might as well keep her company for now anyway, until the dosage on her drip was finished.
"I can hardly imagine what it's like down on the front lines."
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He turned down the drip a little bit, since it was almost where it needed to be. She'd be ready for a nice nap here pretty soon. "I've brushed a little too close to death for my own liking. I'm sure you can relate, Ms. Soldier."
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Luis pushed his glasses up his nose and crossed his arms. "But you take care of yourself too, you got it? I meant what I said about beautiful women."
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She yawned hugely and closed her eyes again. It felt very nice, drifting in a mess of morphine and adrenaline crash. She was asleep within a few seconds - she wouldn't be going out to fight any more Ohm today.