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[Open] The Doctor is In!
Sam had been working diligently on Alex's diagnostics, but even his determination needed a break every once in a while. He's had to think rather creatively, and put himself in Dr. Crawford's shoes quite often in order to make progress.
But now, it was time for a break. He went to where he had his own personal blood storage, the pints that were not suitable for use for transfusions into humans for whatever reason. He had them packed how he was used, more like a juice pouch than in the way blood pints were typically stored. Sure, he could put in a mug or opaque glass, but he wasn't feeling particularly self-conscious. Despite the poor first-impression he'd made on certain members of the crew, he was starting to feel more at home. And thanks to his conversation with Jamie, he hadn't become a victim of his own homesickness.
So he leaned back in his chair, crossed one leg over another, and sipped at his meal, allowing his mind to wander without worry of where it will go. After a little while he pulled his phone out of his pants pocket. He powered it on, and started to look through the pictures on it. There were several of himself and Angelina, taken by holding his phone out in front of them. There were others showing a slight baby bump developing on her thin frame. There were some of Jared with Lord Ruthwen, and his wife, Katarina, in their formal council wear. Some of Jared and his husband Preston in front of their new house that was to be the seat of a new clan. Sam smiled as he flipped through the photos. They were safe in the pods. And he was going to make sure everyone stayed as healthy as possible so that they might go back onto the battlefield and restore what was lost.
((Any and all are welcome, if they have some kind of ache, ailment, or injury due to... anything really. Don't be shy! Sam needs the CR!))
But now, it was time for a break. He went to where he had his own personal blood storage, the pints that were not suitable for use for transfusions into humans for whatever reason. He had them packed how he was used, more like a juice pouch than in the way blood pints were typically stored. Sure, he could put in a mug or opaque glass, but he wasn't feeling particularly self-conscious. Despite the poor first-impression he'd made on certain members of the crew, he was starting to feel more at home. And thanks to his conversation with Jamie, he hadn't become a victim of his own homesickness.
So he leaned back in his chair, crossed one leg over another, and sipped at his meal, allowing his mind to wander without worry of where it will go. After a little while he pulled his phone out of his pants pocket. He powered it on, and started to look through the pictures on it. There were several of himself and Angelina, taken by holding his phone out in front of them. There were others showing a slight baby bump developing on her thin frame. There were some of Jared with Lord Ruthwen, and his wife, Katarina, in their formal council wear. Some of Jared and his husband Preston in front of their new house that was to be the seat of a new clan. Sam smiled as he flipped through the photos. They were safe in the pods. And he was going to make sure everyone stayed as healthy as possible so that they might go back onto the battlefield and restore what was lost.
((Any and all are welcome, if they have some kind of ache, ailment, or injury due to... anything really. Don't be shy! Sam needs the CR!))
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"Alright. I'm going to give you a bunch of tape. You live with Nanashi, right? Have her wrap your ankle like I did. You'll need to do this for at least a week, then I'll take another look. Alright?"
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