[ooc writing meme!]

[nurse_cchapel]

Considering I am getting sick and tired of Christine just, like, refusing to exist in my headspace suddenly after a year of being awesome, y'all are going to help drag her out. So pick an option below and a muse (offering Lena and Jim and my Sulus and assorted Chapels, if they're wanted) ... or many options to make me work harder, and I'll write

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I guess we get adorable!working!Christine and adorable!injured!Scotty...

[nurse_cchapel]

It wasn’t the longest crisis they’d had, by any means, but emotionally draining nonetheless. Thankfully, all casualties were non-fatal and, to the best of Christine’s knowledge, things were calmed down now. Which meant she would finally be able to sleep, like she’d been intending to before the red alert sounded sixteen hours earlier. She’d already sent Leonard off, coaxed inconspicuously by a frazzled-looking Janice. Now it was just a matter of making sure Sickbay would be back up to standards by the time she came back in in six (or possibly twelve, the way she felt and the way her nurses assured her they could handle cleanup) and then traipsing off to bed. It would be awesome, in theory. But did theory ever lend itself to Enterprise reality? Of course not.

She was leaning against the nurse’s station, weight all on one leg because she’d aggravated an old knee injury on the other hours ago and it was getting to the point of nearly giving in for painkillers, when Montgomery came into the medical bay. He wore a sheepish expression to go with the primitively constructed sling around his neck and one of his arms.

Christine sighed heavily and set aside the to-do list she’d been working on. “Not that it’s not lovely to see you, dear, but... really?”

“Sorry?” he offered, going his characteristic shade of pink about the ears in embarrassment. “I’ve been busy. Looks like you’ve been, too, up here...”

“Chaos at its finest. What did you to do your arm?”

“Erm...”

“Right.” With a slight smile, at the level of tired where that was really funny, she stepped forward, careful not to be obviously favouring her sore leg as she kissed his cheek, then put a hand on his back to guide him to the nearest bed. He complied easily enough until she yawned, barely catching herself in time to cover it with her hand.

“When did you last sleep?”

And that was just way too funny for her not to laugh at, how stupidly exhausted she was. It wasn’t the best thing to do, judging by the way his eyes widened and he looked about ready to start apologizing, but Christine really couldn’t help it. A hand over her eyes, she braced the other against a nearby cabinet, not able to focus on trying not to laugh and trying to stay upright on her leg at the same time.

When she could finally breathe again, she pushed off the wall to wave Montgomery to the bed. He sat, but kept his focus on her. “You alrigh’ there, mo gradh?”

“I’m not even sure, honestly, Montgomery,” Christine said, waving a hand dismissively. “But I know I will be once I fix your arm and drag you off to bed so we can sleep.”

There was a moment before he replied; clearly, he was evaluating her plan. “Fair enough.”

She gave him a little smile and stepped closer to take off his sling. “All righty, then, where does it hurt?”

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. ♥