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Day 45: Intercom, Noon

Nov 11, 2009 01:16

The voices of the chattering patients in the library, which was not as quiet as should have been expected, were cut off by the intercom clicking on and Nurse Lydia's voice coming out in its familiar indifferent manner. It was almost as if she and the Head Doctor were splitting up the announcement duties these days ( Read more... )

shinji, rika, ashton, cloud, intercom, bella, mccoy, mello

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hes_deadjim November 11 2009, 09:26:10 UTC

There was no such thing as an average day. Not when you were CMO to the Enterprise. That was the short of it.

Jim had a way of driving everyone forward. They'd gone deeper into space than the rest of the fleet. Seen things you hadn't thought were possible, and they all still strove for more. It was what made him the best captain in the fleet and his crew up there with him.

Which also meant they got pushed into a number of situations that McCoy certainly hadn't trained for in med school. McCoy regarded the most recent patient (a one "Miss Miranda Clark, yeoman") with a skeptical eye. She'd been part of the recent landing party to the planet below, an M-class planet named Kaleiya, out far past the edge of explored space. Her duties didn't bring her anywhere near the line of danger that the security teams faced. And yet, the young lady had somehow managed to break several bones in her body... without any sign of exterior trauma. If he hadn't just scanned her, he wouldn't have guessed that she'd had several shattered bones at all ( ... )

hes_deadjim November 11 2009, 09:27:36 UTC

"Diagnosis, Doctor?" Spock asked.

McCoy delayed. If he could just get an idea of what happened-- "You mind telling me what happened down there?"

"The yeoman went off to take some readings. When we didn't hear her report, Mr. Chekov went to check in on her, and found her trapped in some kind of gaseous substance that seemed to be sentient. It said, I believe, 'I got here first'."

He puzzled that over for a moment. It didn't make it any clearer as to how gas could shatter only bones.

"That doesn't help me, Spock," McCoy said. "I don't know what's wrong yet. Everything about this is medically impossible."

"Medically 'improbable," Spock corrected him. The doctor shot him a sharp look ( ... )

hes_deadjim November 11 2009, 09:28:21 UTC

"I don't suppose you're going to give me a clearer picture of what happened down there, are you?" McCoy asked. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Christine listening intently and trying not to look like she was ( ... )

M?? hes_deadjim November 11 2009, 09:29:44 UTC

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Ten minutes later, Scotty greeted him at the transporter room with a jovial grin.

"Going down at this hour, doctor? I didn't know you wanted to see the light show that badly," the engineer's eyes twinkled. Scotty knew full well what he thought of space travel, and space travel with transporters at that, and he couldn't resist reminding McCoy at every opportunity. "The storm's picking up out there, it's turnin' out to be a real beauty."

McCoy gave him a grim smile. He stepped onto the transporter panel. "Don't even remind me."

Scotty chuckled and took his place behind the console. His fingers danced across the settings as he set the coordinates; he treated the computer less like a machine and more like a lady. At least one of us is enjoying this. McCoy took a tiny breath to calm his nerves and busied himself by adjusting the shoulder strap on the tricorder bag. He heard Scotty flick the transporter on ( ... )

M?? notthistrain November 11 2009, 11:25:21 UTC

Cloud recalled dozing off with the cool metal floor of the Highwind beneath him, but wasn't too surprised when he woke up under the covers of an actual bed. He'd been exhausted, and must have been sleeping very soundly if they'd managed to move him without his notice. There was no reason to hurry when it came to rising, not at the moment anyway, so he didn't ( ... )

notthistrain November 11 2009, 11:26:15 UTC

It was unfortunate for her that he cared very little about her job or what trouble she might get into for going along with the fantasies of one of her patients. He could sit there all day if he had to, even if it was probably best to move along and find his answers more quickly. "I know who I am and I'm not going to put up a fight. You say my name right and I'll go."

The nurse had other patients to deal with, and it was obvious she didn't want to spend any more time arguing with him than she had to. Cloud noticed then the presence of two rather large men outside his door and stiffened. He hadn't meant to fight her, but he'd fight them if they got forceful.

However, she didn't call them in. "...All right. All right! Just this once, Cloud. Hopefully a little talking with some of the others will put you back on the right track." It was indeed quite clear from the tone of her voice that she didn't intend to use the name again. Still, his word was his word. Cloud stood calmly and even slipped his feet into the offered ( ... )

M?? sdatislife November 11 2009, 15:55:27 UTC

Shinji didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to pilot anymore. He didn’t want to see Misato or his father or NERV. It was all just one mass of misery, blurring together as it reminded him of what he had lost. Of what he’d done. Of what had been taken from him. Of how he was alone again. He curled up underneath his sheets, trying not to cry again. Everything in his life was going horribly wrong, everyone he met and touched died or left or simply vanished out of his life. It wasn’t fair. His father hated him, Rei was a clone, Asuka was comatose, Misato tried, but she could never replace his mother. And Kaworu… Kaworu was dead. He’d killed him himself. He flexed his fingers, flinching at the memory ( ... )

vitale November 11 2009, 18:46:41 UTC

It was quiet - too quiet, the kind of quiet that made you realize that something you had previously been listening to, something you had gotten used to, had suddenly vanished, leaving you alone in a dark room to think about what had changed without you realizing. At least, that was the kind of quiet Bella awoke to. Like a switch clicking on in her mind, she rolled over in her bed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Still on the verge of dreaming, she clutched tightly at her blanket, hoping to fall back to sleep…

But it was too quiet.

Instantly, Bella’s eyes snapped open.

For a moment, she thought maybe she was seeing things, or that her eyes were unfocused. Reaching up her hands, she rubbed her eyes with her palms and blinked once, twice, three times before giving the room a second glance. Sadly, the view she saw didn’t change.

What? Instantly she was tense, her heart beating wildly. Where was she? How did she get to be in such a random place? And, upon looking down, caused yet another question to enter her already confusion ridden ( ... )

unluckiest November 12 2009, 00:50:10 UTC

Well, it had been a pretty good day ( ... )

unluckiest November 12 2009, 00:50:36 UTC

On top of the desk, there was a little notebook that didn't have a word in it, and a strange machine that began to play music when he pressed a button; thankfully, it stopped when he pressed another one. Perhaps he'd look it over later! A cursory search inside the desk revealed next to nothing. There was a metal ring with two keys on it; he pocketed the keys, just in case. Also, there were a bunch of pens (possibly to write in the small notebook? He took a pen and the notebook, too.) and noted that his pockets seemed to be filling up. He probably looked a little silly ( ... )