Hospital visits [Open]

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Luly has been checked into the Med Bay after a bit of an odd incident in the Mess Hall. So far she's stayed mostly of the way, given a bed in a secluded niche, and while she's ended up babbling to herself a few times or doing other odd behaviors, nothing's been obviously harmful.

With the ship's somewhat annoying lack of proper hospital robes and her disdain for the plantsuits, she's wrapped in just a sheet, hopefully while somebody figures out something to clean her usual makeshift red wrap with. At the moment she's sprawled across the bed assigned to her, focused intently on a holographic keyboard and screen being projected from a little cylinder she's placed on the bed. To look at her she could seem almost normal, except for the one hand keeps rapping out a compulsive, staccato rhythm against the bedsheets.

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Lafiel considers pulling back. Leaving her to her demons here and fleeing away down the hall. She probably wouldn't remember this later anyway.

But what would that say about Abriel honor if I abandoned someone in such obvious need of rescuing?

And it's clear Luly does need that, as much as any escape pod drifting through the void. So she sits back against the headboard and puts her arms around the other woman, making nonsensical shushing noises. This is going to be a long night...

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The next hour or two or three pass in a tidal thrumming of delirium and nonsense: Luly sees and hears and feels things that clearly aren't there, sometimes speaking to empty air in Nazzadi or fragmented, hard-to-interpret English; sometimes trying to hide her face, quaking; and sometimes sliding into bouts of near-self-mutilation, scratching at her hands or face almost hard enough to bleed or chewing on herself, though some faint spark of sanity seems to pull her back from the edge of any truly dire consequences. The whole experience, from the up-close view Lafiel has, is in the most blunt sense just plain disturbing, and her occasional pleading murmurs or tighter clinging to Lafiel in her rare moments of near-normality only more.

Still, she seems to be slowly coming out of--exhausted and sweating, enough energy gone that she's nearly asleep, she murmurs in rhythmic Nazzadi. Huh, there's that word "reiozy" again...

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Lafiel passes the storm with the tight control she learned as a captain. She envisions herself as a rock, a sun anchored against the celestial winds and storms. That's how she's able to process the whole thing. She snatches her hands away from doing herself harm, meekly accepts the pain when those sharp teeth turn on her. She has the same nervous tic.

When Meluly finally falls into an innocent, semi-dream state, Lafiel snatches up her omnicomm and types quickly into the holographic display: Translate: Reiozy. From: Nazzadi. To: Baronh.

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The translation of meaning comes up as an awkward mix of insufficient concepts: caretaker-wife-partner-clanmate. The straight literal is strange, too: "(female) keeper of the home during the opposite daily cycle". (There is a male version of the word, it turns out, just the same but with an a instead of a y.)

Luly starts, very lightly, snoring.

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Lafiel's heart does a little bump when she reads the translation. Wife means nothing to her: Abh do not have a marriage concept. The rest however...She can't possibly mean me. She was hallucinating. Thought I was someone else...What have I gotten myself into?

Lafiel carefully disentangles herself. On her way out, she snatches a box of bandages to treat the marks on her shoulder and arm.