It wasn’t so much that he minded fixing people, it was that he liked people to tell him what the fuck was going on. Most of the crewmembers told him right away what had happened to them; whatever it took to make the pain or the puking or the hallucinations stop. Even Jim, who made it an art of pretending everything was fine, left at least a couple of very obvious clues for the observant - mostly in the guise of hanging about Sickbay a little too long, or a pronounced limp, or a twitch to his eye -- to figure out that he had a sprained rib or had managed to contract Romulan smallpox.
But Sulu - Sulu had no tells, as far as Leonard could see, short of pinning him down bodily and running a tricorder over him. Which Leonard was doing at that very moment, which was no mean feat with Sulu thrashing like an eel under him. Leonard just dug his knees into Sulu’s biceps and his ass into Sulu’s belly, and got on with it.
“Can’t breathe,” Sulu said, after he gave up.
“If you can talk, you can breathe,” Leonard said unsympathetically. Broken collarbone, a lot of subdermal bruising, and a rather massive lump on his head, but otherwise Sulu seemed fine. Which was good, considering that they were in a cave in the middle of Buttfuck Nowhere, on Planet Who the Fuck Knows, hunted by some rather displeased natives.
“No,” Sulu breathed. “I don’t feel right.” He’d gone ashen, even after Leonard had dismounted, and was sweating.profusely.
“Lieutenant!” Leonard barked, snapping his fingers in front of Sulu’s face. No response. “Hikaru? Goddamnit.”
“I-I think I got something thrown on me when we were escaping,” Sulu managed with an effort. He rolled over and buried his face into Leonard’s thigh. “I feel like shit.”
“You look like shit,” Leonard informed him, but his light tone didn’t match his insides, which were in freefall. He vaguely remembered a purple puff of powder as Sulu had tripped into a spice stall in their headlong dash through the marketplace, but things had happened so quickly it was hard to say. “Okay,” he said gently, running his hands through Sulu’s hair. “It’ll be okay.” Please god, he hoped so, because all the medical supplies had been left behind.
Sulu moaned, “My skin’s burning.”
They sat like that for the rest of the night, Sulu feverish and pale, Leonard giving him what comfort he could, until the transport came.
Re: Hurt/Comfort, McCoy/SulucalemboursMay 16 2011, 06:02:08 UTC
Oh god, this hit me in all the right places. I just. I can't explain it, but this whole thing:
But Sulu - Sulu had no tells, as far as Leonard could see, short of pinning him down bodily and running a tricorder over him. Which Leonard was doing at that very moment, which was no mean feat with Sulu thrashing like an eel under him. Leonard just dug his knees into Sulu’s biceps and his ass into Sulu’s belly, and got on with it.
“Can’t breathe,” Sulu said, after he gave up.
“If you can talk, you can breathe,” Leonard said unsympathetically.
I just. I just, it's so beautiful. I can't explain it, I just love this so much. Thank you ♥♥
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It wasn’t so much that he minded fixing people, it was that he liked people to tell him what the fuck was going on. Most of the crewmembers told him right away what had happened to them; whatever it took to make the pain or the puking or the hallucinations stop. Even Jim, who made it an art of pretending everything was fine, left at least a couple of very obvious clues for the observant - mostly in the guise of hanging about Sickbay a little too long, or a pronounced limp, or a twitch to his eye -- to figure out that he had a sprained rib or had managed to contract Romulan smallpox.
But Sulu - Sulu had no tells, as far as Leonard could see, short of pinning him down bodily and running a tricorder over him. Which Leonard was doing at that very moment, which was no mean feat with Sulu thrashing like an eel under him. Leonard just dug his knees into Sulu’s biceps and his ass into Sulu’s belly, and got on with it.
“Can’t breathe,” Sulu said, after he gave up.
“If you can talk, you can breathe,” Leonard said unsympathetically. Broken collarbone, a lot of subdermal bruising, and a rather massive lump on his head, but otherwise Sulu seemed fine. Which was good, considering that they were in a cave in the middle of Buttfuck Nowhere, on Planet Who the Fuck Knows, hunted by some rather displeased natives.
“No,” Sulu breathed. “I don’t feel right.” He’d gone ashen, even after Leonard had dismounted, and was sweating.profusely.
“Lieutenant!” Leonard barked, snapping his fingers in front of Sulu’s face. No response. “Hikaru? Goddamnit.”
“I-I think I got something thrown on me when we were escaping,” Sulu managed with an effort. He rolled over and buried his face into Leonard’s thigh. “I feel like shit.”
“You look like shit,” Leonard informed him, but his light tone didn’t match his insides, which were in freefall. He vaguely remembered a purple puff of powder as Sulu had tripped into a spice stall in their headlong dash through the marketplace, but things had happened so quickly it was hard to say. “Okay,” he said gently, running his hands through Sulu’s hair. “It’ll be okay.” Please god, he hoped so, because all the medical supplies had been left behind.
Sulu moaned, “My skin’s burning.”
They sat like that for the rest of the night, Sulu feverish and pale, Leonard giving him what comfort he could, until the transport came.
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But Sulu - Sulu had no tells, as far as Leonard could see, short of pinning him down bodily and running a tricorder over him. Which Leonard was doing at that very moment, which was no mean feat with Sulu thrashing like an eel under him. Leonard just dug his knees into Sulu’s biceps and his ass into Sulu’s belly, and got on with it.
“Can’t breathe,” Sulu said, after he gave up.
“If you can talk, you can breathe,” Leonard said unsympathetically.
I just. I just, it's so beautiful. I can't explain it, I just love this so much. Thank you ♥♥
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