Road to Recovery [R for Cussing] [Open]

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam sat on his bed in the medbay with a pad of paper resting on a tray and a pen gripped in his hand. He didn't know where she had found it, but Dr. Grey had given them to him--along with a set of cards with a series of shapes drawn on them--and told Sam to trace the shapes onto the paper. It was an effort to rebuild his hand-eye coordination, just one of the many of the things, along with his memory and balance, that had been damaged when the bullet entered his brain.

His brow was knitted together as he focused on the image of the black triangle on the card that was visible through the paper. He pressed the tip of the pen against the paper and carefully forced his hand to move a long the lines of the triangle. Almost instantly, his hand shook with slight tremors, pushing the pen off course, which forced him to correct. This, in turn, would often result in an over-correction which sent the pen drifting off in the opposite direction and thus creating a wavy line with 'mountains' and 'valleys' instead of one that was crisp, clean and straight.

He felt like a toddler, again, trying to color within the lines.

"God DAMN it!" he cursed when his hand jerked, sending the pen off in a perpendicular direction to the one he wanted it to go. "I can't do this!"

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[prettycoolguy]

"If he was at the meeting he probably saw them. There was a lot going on, so I don't know." The Chief shrugs. "Danny had to freeze one of them to the ground to get it to stop fighting when they first woke up, they're usually wolves but they can turn into these giant wolf monsters if they get pissed. I figure we stand less chance of infighting if everybody knows."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"Werewolves," Brainy scoffs, as he works. "Next, we'll be getting pixies."

He thinks of Will.

"More pixies. Than we have."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, if she starts recruiting unicorns and leprechauns, I'm quitting," Sam said, agreeing--somewhat--with Brainy. "You can just drop me off on the next planet."

[prettycoolguy]

"I don't like it much, but you work with what you have. If we've got werewolves and unicorns and leprechauns on our side then I'll take whatever advantage we can get out of that."

He looks at Sam, slightly amused. "Who knows, that planet could be even worse. I'll be sticking with the ship until we can get it to put me back where I belong."

Whether or not he goes to his own death, the Chief doesn't know. It's his duty to go back either way.