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[hyposprayed]

We're going to need more cots, some of you get your asses down here and move them in for us so the professionals can do their damned jobs.

Mahoney, a word.

[ooc; guess who's back, hiatusly and depollened. If anyone wants to backlog something let me know.]

Comments

Parker and McCoy?

[thegooddrjones]

Glad to have you back, Leo.

definitely. want me to make a log?

[hyposprayed]

Thanks, how are we doing on supplies?

Yes!

[thegooddrjones]

We're all right for now, got the first people set up. I'd feel better knowing what kind of numbers we're looking at, though.

On it~

[hyposprayed]

Once we have things under better control we'll see about numbers, I'd feel damned well better knowing it too. Did any of the staff get caught in the explosion?

[hyposprayed]

Figure out if there's any uncontaminated food we can feed the patients and you'll be a saint Sexby.

[hyposprayed]

Thanks Sexby. Let us know what we'll be working with here.

[fanged_aleera]

I shall be there.

[hyposprayed]

Y'alright Aleera?

[fanged_aleera]

It causes me to be thankful...

[hyposprayed]

Your sister and warden weren't hurt you mean.

[heavenonthemind]

I'll help you move anything you need to.

[hyposprayed]

Thanks Judas, get down here and we'll point you in the right direction.

Spam/log/assume?

[heavenonthemind]

I'm just outside, I needed to see Iago. I'll be right in.

Spam ok?

[hyposprayed]

[It was a mad house, but hell if it wasn't always a mad house. There was never a dull moment, and McCoy was thinking it bitterly for the first time in months because Kirk and D were lying on those beds. Kirk and D had died, died, but here death didn't mean a damned thing. The very thing he dedicated his life to preventing was a joke.

But that was a good thing, wasn't it?

McCoy glanced to the door as he got Judas's message, while he still had a moment to spare.]

spam - forward dated to the middle of the night

[captain_jtkirk]

[So dying was actually about as terrible as he imagined it to be.

It was dark and confusing and everything just fucking hurt and he didn't want this. He didn't want to die at twenty five, spending the last week or so of his life craving someone else's blood. That just. Wasn't fair.

Waking up in the Infirmary was disorienting after falling apart in the kitchen and the only response he could come up with was a mumbled] "Fuck" [ while he tested out his fingers and toes, making sure he still had all of them and that they you know, worked.]

spam

[hyposprayed]

[It had been a long few hours, but a thankfully busy time. He stopped by Kirk's bedside every hour, doing routine checks before moving on, hands shaking just a little the first few times. Now they didn't.

When Kirk started to move he hurried over, checking the same vitals again and swallowing a lump in his throat because Kirk was fucking Lazarus and what the hell was he? He was high as a damned kite when this happened.]

Don't move. [He said, holding the scanner to Kirk's forehead.]

spam

[captain_jtkirk]

"Pretty sure I can't make a break for it right now, Bones." [Jim muttered, trying to be humorous but it just failed, given how hoarse his voice was and how just plain tired he sounded.]

spam

[hyposprayed]

You idiot. [McCoy muttered through gritted teeth.] You god damned- you died. [He pulled the scanner away, scowling harshly at it.] You died for Christ's sake.