[Claire] Beam me up?
Who: Claire
Where: Bedroom G, medical facility
When: Day 20, mid/late afternoon (around same time as The Crux of the Matter)
Invited: Damon, open
Status: Complete
Claire stretched pleasantly, relishing the minutes between contractions. She felt cozy and warm, and had been dozing for some time without feeling the need to wake up, even when those irritating muscles gave her grief. Daydreams, hazy though they were, were far more interesting than grey walls. At least her ankle wasn't hurting so badly any more - maybe someone had bound it up again.
Eventually it became harder to drift back into sleep, resulting in at least two contractions' worth of denial on Claire's part. She worked hard to ignore the sounds around her, determined to snooze just a little longer, but the combination of aircon and the odd rustle of paper was really distracting. Burying her head in the pillows didn't seem to work either, bugger it.
"Ow!" she finally muttered aloud, rubbing the offending region despite knowing it was futile. "Piss off, why don't you."
Chair legs creaked. "Good afternoon to you too."
"Huh?" Claire lifted her head, much like an ostrich caught napping in the sand, and blinked as Damon came into focus. "'lo."
She shifted position, her feet trying to find purchase on the mattress as she wriggled into an upright position. "How're ya going?"
"Not too bad," he replied, grinning - probably at her complete sleepyheadedness, which didn't bother Claire as much as she thought it would. "You?"
"Ask me again in a few hours," she grumbled pointedly. Reality was no match for slumber. "I had the weirdest dream. Dreams. Can't remember much though. Something to do with blue light, but I don't think it was the sky so like I said - weird. Have you been here the whole time?"
"Almost," Damon nodded, waving what looked like a technical manual that bore the DHARMA logo. "A break from this is very welcome though."
Claire squinted, trying to figure out why that simple action appeared wrong. Surely..
"Hey! Your shoulder's better! That's great! But -" she looked at the clock, then frowned in confusion. "Wait, that's just not possible. You were shot. Like, today. Weren't you? There's no way I slept that long, not with all that going on down there."
Damon looked like he was trying to figure out what to say, his eyes flicking to the bottom of the bed and back again. Wait a second.. Claire flexed one ankle, then the other. Both felt fine, which wasn't. Even half-awake she realised that, though it was kind of nice and - that's not the point!
"Ok you, what the hell's going on here?" Claire tried very hard not to freak out completely. There had to be a good reason for this, and let's face it she hadn't come off too badly so there was no point looking a gift horse in the mouth. It was just that.. "I remember you saying something about time travelers and Ripley not being entirely human, but how does that fix your shoulder and my ankle?"
Where: Bedroom G, medical facility
When: Day 20, mid/late afternoon (around same time as The Crux of the Matter)
Invited: Damon, open
Status: Complete
Claire stretched pleasantly, relishing the minutes between contractions. She felt cozy and warm, and had been dozing for some time without feeling the need to wake up, even when those irritating muscles gave her grief. Daydreams, hazy though they were, were far more interesting than grey walls. At least her ankle wasn't hurting so badly any more - maybe someone had bound it up again.
Eventually it became harder to drift back into sleep, resulting in at least two contractions' worth of denial on Claire's part. She worked hard to ignore the sounds around her, determined to snooze just a little longer, but the combination of aircon and the odd rustle of paper was really distracting. Burying her head in the pillows didn't seem to work either, bugger it.
"Ow!" she finally muttered aloud, rubbing the offending region despite knowing it was futile. "Piss off, why don't you."
Chair legs creaked. "Good afternoon to you too."
"Huh?" Claire lifted her head, much like an ostrich caught napping in the sand, and blinked as Damon came into focus. "'lo."
She shifted position, her feet trying to find purchase on the mattress as she wriggled into an upright position. "How're ya going?"
"Not too bad," he replied, grinning - probably at her complete sleepyheadedness, which didn't bother Claire as much as she thought it would. "You?"
"Ask me again in a few hours," she grumbled pointedly. Reality was no match for slumber. "I had the weirdest dream. Dreams. Can't remember much though. Something to do with blue light, but I don't think it was the sky so like I said - weird. Have you been here the whole time?"
"Almost," Damon nodded, waving what looked like a technical manual that bore the DHARMA logo. "A break from this is very welcome though."
Claire squinted, trying to figure out why that simple action appeared wrong. Surely..
"Hey! Your shoulder's better! That's great! But -" she looked at the clock, then frowned in confusion. "Wait, that's just not possible. You were shot. Like, today. Weren't you? There's no way I slept that long, not with all that going on down there."
Damon looked like he was trying to figure out what to say, his eyes flicking to the bottom of the bed and back again. Wait a second.. Claire flexed one ankle, then the other. Both felt fine, which wasn't. Even half-awake she realised that, though it was kind of nice and - that's not the point!
"Ok you, what the hell's going on here?" Claire tried very hard not to freak out completely. There had to be a good reason for this, and let's face it she hadn't come off too badly so there was no point looking a gift horse in the mouth. It was just that.. "I remember you saying something about time travelers and Ripley not being entirely human, but how does that fix your shoulder and my ankle?"