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[notlewis]

Despite how he argued that he was fine, despite how he displayed a range of motion with his wounded shoulder (complete with pained facial expressions and one yell of agony), Medical insisted on tossing Luis in for treatment as soon as they were all back on the ship. His wound was infected and there was a process Stacy needed to go through to clean it all up and make sure it wouldn't turn gangrenous and fall off. That explanation made him a bit more cooperative.

So Luis sat on his bed in the Med Bay, laying on his side, glaring at the ceiling and extremely uncomfortable as a hose-like tentacle contraption was attached to the front and back of his shoulder, placed over the wound like a suction. Yeah. Creepy.

And he'd been caught up and around the place trying to do something productive one too many times, so there was a restraint around his ankle preventing him from standing up or even changing positions too much.

Could they at least have given him a book? This was worse than being trapped in a cave.

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[ternaui.livejournal.com]

The Chancellor had decided to bring some ice cream to the patients still in Medbay.

Behold, therefore, an 8'8" dragonman bearing both plain and strawberry!

Well.... there's a full grown patient over there. But adults like ice cream, too. "Good afternoon," he says without use of vocal chords or lips.

[notlewis]

"Afternoon," Luis said after about twenty seconds of trying to figure out if he was really seeing this or if this was just infection hallucinations starting to rear their ugly heads again.

"Come on in, have a seat. I can't say much for the atmosphere but the beds are comfortable enough I guess."

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. Would you like some ice cream?"

[notlewis]

Luis looked hopeful. "Is it actual ice cream made from actual milk, or is it something that squeezed out of the wall somewhere?"

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"Milk. Some of us chipped together and purchased cattle on Xaxing. And I acquired the strawberry juice from those growing some. I prefer plain myself, though"

[notlewis]

"Oh, thank god!" Luis sat up as best he could with the restraint on his leg and the... thing on his wounded shoulder. "Please. Strawberry!"

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

The Chancellor arranges a serving of strawberry. "May I ask the nature of your injury?" he says as he carefully hands the bowl over.

[notlewis]

Luis nodded a thanks trying to negotiate eating with one really workable arm. "I was with the team down on Orya, and I got shot for running my mouth," he said, almost proudly.

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"Always a pleasant circumstance to survive," the Chancellor says with a big fangy grin. "Never a talent of mine, I must admit. Overly cautious, we are said to be."

[notlewis]

"Now see, I always try to be cautious, but it never seems to work out. I'm so busy watching my ass I wander headfirst into trouble. But that is how life goes, sí?"

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"Indeed, trouble is sometimes unavoidable." Pause. "You are a Spaniard?" The Chancellor's own rich voice is very English.

[notlewis]

Luis looked surprised, but pleased by the guess. "I am. Born and raised in Spain. How did you know?"

[greennotgold]

Fletcher was visiting the Medbay, with flowers he'd grown for anyone who had been hurt on Avania III. Which was mostly Luis. You gave flowers to people in the hospital, right? So he had a vase of daisies in his arms as he approached Luis's bed.

"Are you okay, Dr. Sera?"

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"I have heard the language and citizenry rather thoroughly described, though I have never actually met a Spaniard before. I am told the weather in Spain is very nice."

[notlewis]

"It is. Lovely and mild and warm. There is a reason there are so many beaches on the coast." He sat up to attempt a new position in which to eat his ice cream. "You have me at a bit of a disadvantage, amigo. I don't think we've met."

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"I do not believe so. I am called the Chancellor."

[notlewis]

"Hey, Fletcher," Luis said, sitting up as far as he could while his leg was strapped down. Really, they couldn't trust him not to stand up? That was lousy.

"I'm just fine. Getting the wound all cleaned out of infection, but I'll be good as new in no time."

[notlewis]

"Dr. Luis Sera, Chief Science Officer," he said. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Chancellor."

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"A pleasure as well, Dr. Sera. What is your area of expertise?"

[notlewis]

"Biology, with an emphasis in microbiology and parasitology," he replied. "I don't get out of the laboratories much... I'd prefer to be there now, as a matter of fact, but, well... here I am."

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"Very important fields in a ship environment."

[greennotgold]

"That's good!" The relief he was feeling was obvious. If it were actually serious, Fletcher didn't know what he would do. "Oh, I brought you these. I thought since this is basically a hospital, and people bring hospital patients flowers..."

[notlewis]

"Yeees. Let's just say I've been busy," he grumbled.

[notlewis]

"Gracias, amigo," Luis said, motioning at the table behind him with his good arm. "That's very nice of you."

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"It is good to keep busy in such a place. Far too easy to go mad."