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[on-an-impulse.livejournal.com]

He awoke slowly, taking in the soft beeps and faint thrum of engines around him. They’d been disconcerting when his team was first stationed on the Minerva, but he’d gotten used to them, just like he’d – no, that couldn’t be right. The Minerva had gone down on the moon. And the moon was gone, so he had to be on another ship. He’d be able to figure it out if his head would stop hurting; he hadn’t felt this groggy since Neo-Genesis, when the Destiny had been shot down –

He’d been shot down.

The fight over Zokoz II came back to him in a flash. He struggled to sit up, but it was hard enough just to open his eyes in the bright medbay, and one of his arms was wrapped in some sort of plaster, making it awkward just to scramble just to angle himself slightly upright against the pillow. “What happened?” he choked, his voice coming out hoarse with disuse.

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[fields-ofhope.livejournal.com]

Suit yourself. She retreats a little, still holding the water and smiling.

"If you're going to insist upon getting out of bed at any time, please note that there's a rail to the left." For when you fall over, silly boy.

[on-an-impulse.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to get out of bed now," he scowled. "I just want to get debriefed!"

[fields-ofhope.livejournal.com]

She taps her index finger against her chin in thought. And then, eureka!

"Then you should wait for someone to come and do that." Helpful Lacus is helpful. And also, stalling you.

[on-an-impulse.livejournal.com]

"Or you could get me a computer."