>YOU CAN'T SEE THE BRUISES THAT REALLY HURT [JULIAN | .50 BONES | OPEN]
[After having been punched in the face by Jim Kirk's brother, Julian had hurriedly left the party to try and find a medical station in order to get the bleeding under control and treat what was probably a broken nose. At least it hurt badly enough to make him suspect it.
But more than that, it was the feeling that he'd been made a spectacle of. He had to look terrible, his light grey suit was stained with his drying blood. He'd been knocked onto his arse in front of his colleagues - and Gaila - by a man he'd never met for daring to give Mr Center of the Universe a piece of his mind.
Well, he supposed it was fair.
And considering what had happened with Gaila, perhaps some of it wasn't well deserved. Maybe Gaila was laughing at the whole debacle right now with an amused Dukat, pleased that someone had finally taken him down a peg.
Julian slapped his hand against the door panel, and gratefully stepped out of the corridor into the relative privacy of the small cramped medical aid station. He leaned against the wall for a minute, his head tilting backwards as he let out a shaky breath.]
But more than that, it was the feeling that he'd been made a spectacle of. He had to look terrible, his light grey suit was stained with his drying blood. He'd been knocked onto his arse in front of his colleagues - and Gaila - by a man he'd never met for daring to give Mr Center of the Universe a piece of his mind.
Well, he supposed it was fair.
And considering what had happened with Gaila, perhaps some of it wasn't well deserved. Maybe Gaila was laughing at the whole debacle right now with an amused Dukat, pleased that someone had finally taken him down a peg.
Julian slapped his hand against the door panel, and gratefully stepped out of the corridor into the relative privacy of the small cramped medical aid station. He leaned against the wall for a minute, his head tilting backwards as he let out a shaky breath.]