A Friendly Visit [Open]
Characters: Kiros Seagill, Fran & [OPEN]*read below*
Content: Taking place after the bombing incident upon the Victoria II, the mechanic has a few hours to share speaking to friends and co-workers alike.
Setting: The Medical Ward [Victoria II]
Time: Starts early afternoon to late in the evening.
Warnings: PG/ This is an OPEN long but the conversation between Kiros and Fran in the evening of this all-day log is CLOSED. When joining this log, please specify in the 'title' or 'subject' if your character is visiting Kiros in the afternoon or early evening. Thanks! ^_^
The last 48 hours has been the hardest and most painful moments of the mechanic’s young life so far. Between the combination of the fleeting agony that continued to hinder him and the crushing boredom of lying in bed all day, Kiros was certainly grateful to whoever took the time to visit him in this hospital room upon the ship. As much as he wanted to simply yank himself out of bed and merely head back to work, judging by the thick cast over his right-arm, Kiros knew that wish would not be possible anytime soon. Most of his more superficial injuries have already healed or are in the process of healing now, the bloody cuts now forming into fresh scabs and open gashes covered in thick layers of bandages. The painkillers where doing wonders at keeping most of his agony at bay but they were not powerful enough to give Kiros the boost he needed to survive a day out of the care the nurses. To be frank, the mechanic hated every moment he spent here because he never felt so helpless before.
The few seconds he could remember before the bomb went off in the engine room, kept replaying in his mind repeatedly within his mind. If only he could have realized that the beeping sound he heard was really the ringing of explosive nearby, then maybe their Admiral would have been spared the horrendous grievance he suffered. Kiros was of course thankful that he was not the one who was now missing an eye but he couldn’t help but feel a tad sympathetic for the old bastard.
“I wonder when Fran’s coming…” He muttered to himself, his face caressed by the plush fabric of his pillow. “We need to get him out of here…” Even now while feeling so awful, his worries still lingered on the foolhardy helmsman who sat the brig below.
Content: Taking place after the bombing incident upon the Victoria II, the mechanic has a few hours to share speaking to friends and co-workers alike.
Setting: The Medical Ward [Victoria II]
Time: Starts early afternoon to late in the evening.
Warnings: PG/ This is an OPEN long but the conversation between Kiros and Fran in the evening of this all-day log is CLOSED. When joining this log, please specify in the 'title' or 'subject' if your character is visiting Kiros in the afternoon or early evening. Thanks! ^_^
The last 48 hours has been the hardest and most painful moments of the mechanic’s young life so far. Between the combination of the fleeting agony that continued to hinder him and the crushing boredom of lying in bed all day, Kiros was certainly grateful to whoever took the time to visit him in this hospital room upon the ship. As much as he wanted to simply yank himself out of bed and merely head back to work, judging by the thick cast over his right-arm, Kiros knew that wish would not be possible anytime soon. Most of his more superficial injuries have already healed or are in the process of healing now, the bloody cuts now forming into fresh scabs and open gashes covered in thick layers of bandages. The painkillers where doing wonders at keeping most of his agony at bay but they were not powerful enough to give Kiros the boost he needed to survive a day out of the care the nurses. To be frank, the mechanic hated every moment he spent here because he never felt so helpless before.
The few seconds he could remember before the bomb went off in the engine room, kept replaying in his mind repeatedly within his mind. If only he could have realized that the beeping sound he heard was really the ringing of explosive nearby, then maybe their Admiral would have been spared the horrendous grievance he suffered. Kiros was of course thankful that he was not the one who was now missing an eye but he couldn’t help but feel a tad sympathetic for the old bastard.
“I wonder when Fran’s coming…” He muttered to himself, his face caressed by the plush fabric of his pillow. “We need to get him out of here…” Even now while feeling so awful, his worries still lingered on the foolhardy helmsman who sat the brig below.