If Dr. Cox believed in God and prayers, he would have thought his had just been answered. Just when he was about to go out with a club and start beating people to have something to do in the clinic, there was a girl, laid out on the steps, clearly injured or sick or dying or something. The flip into Jesus H. Cox was an easy and welcome one, and he was crouching before her in an instant.
"Hey, talk to me, there," he said lowly, a hand going to her forehead and the other to the flashflight in his lab coat pocket.
This had to be the Elysian fields; it was too warm and too cool to still be the hanger. In her half-sleep, half-waking state, Dee turned her head moaning softly.
"No, no Cottle. Leave me alone, Helo."
She just wanted to go back to sleep or just die. It didn't seem fair that she wasn't being allowed either.
His eyes went over her body, looking for breakage or open wounds, or maybe spots or lesions or... any telling sign, really. She felt... clammy. It still chilled him a bit, the level of delirium one reached before their brains lapsed into fever-goo, but he tried not to think about it.
"I dunno if that was English," he said to no one, sitting down on the step and checking her pupil response with the pen-light. "I'm Dr. Cox. Tell me your name."
"Lieutenant Anastasia Dualla, sir," she mumbled, coughing slightly. Her breathing was shallow and she attempted to turn her head, wanting to press her cheek against the stone. It felt so cold and solid beneath her hands.
Her eyes opened for a moment catching sight of the man leaning over her, but she didn't recognise him. Was he another civilian doctor brought over from another ship? At that moment she didn't care, she just wanted to be left alone.
As a rule, Martha avoided the clinic whenever possible. There seemed to be an ever-present possibility that she'd run into Chase there, and while she didn't have anything personal against him (Honestly she didn't, and might have been fond of him had circumstances been any different), she preferred to forget that he existed when she could. Things were easier for her that way
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Rubbing her eyes Dualla wondered if there was any way she'd be able to get a ration of water. Her throat was parched, feeling like paper or dry brush and she coughed slightly before forcing her eyes open.
It took her a moment to remember that someone had just spoken to her. Turning her head, she saw that it was another woman. The woman's seeming comfort did nothing to ease her own sense of disquiet.
"That I am." She frowned, trying to remember how she'd gotten here. "Does this make you old?"
The slight rasp to her voice didn't go amiss, and Martha took it upon herself to dart into the room and pour her a glass of water from the pitcher on the nightstand. "Older than I care to remember," she quipped in reply as she turned to the bed. "Can you sit up at all?" she asked, cup clamped in one hand.
Thinking for a moment, before putting her hands to the mattress and forcing herself into the seated position. As soon as she did so, Dee exhaled roughly, feeling like it had taken more energy than she had cared to use to do so.
Sandor had come into the clinic for his almost-daily visit to Del, and was on his way out when the dark-skinned woman on a nearby bed muttered, loud but unintelligible, and he paused to come closer with his characteristic look of wary curiosity. "You alright?" he asked quietly, unsure if the woman was asleep or not. Gods, she was tiny; but there wasn't any blood on her that Sandor could see. He wondered what she was in for.
"What the hells happened to you?" he asked, seeing the stiffness in the way she held herself, the rasp to her voice. She'd been through something, that was for sure, and it showed.
She hadn't meant to catch it, but no one ever really did. Part of her wondered if it was curse from the Gods for turning her back on her people. It made sense, to be forced to suffer like them in order to remind herself.
"Luckily they caught it in time. Otherwise I'd just be another dead Sagittaron."
Lee found himself in the compound more often these days. Maybe it was because he hadn't been on the outs with Starbuck in a while, and it was more often than not that he made it in and out without catching sight of a cylon. Or someone who looked like one.
He hadn't had any reason to go into the clinic in months-- not since the island had seen fit to send Centurians-- but when he heard what he thought was a familiar voice, he couldn't help but poke his head in.
Relief flooded over her as she saw her first familiar face in this place. She had no idea if the fact that someone from the fleet was also here was a good or bad thing, but oh thank Gods, it just meant she wasn't alone.
"Lee? Oh thank Gods I'm not alone here."
Tiredly, she smiled, trying to sit up a bit to see if there was someone else from the fleet with him. Helo perhaps? The Admiral? Anyone really.
Lee didn't know what to ask first-- what had happened or how long she had been on the island. Gods, how long had it been since he'd last seen her? The night after the groundbreaking ceremony, when she'd told him to stay at the party.
"What happened?" Lee asked, finally coming into the room. Frak, but it was good to see her.
Some of the relief she'd been feeling ebbed away slightly. It wasn't enough to be significantly noticable, but it was there, that familiar unease that was her relationship with Lee.
"Mellorak sickness, I caught it from the frakking Sagittaron refugees and went to Doc Roberts, but Helo freaked out and--" She stopped, confusion crossing onto her face. "Didn't you notice I was coming down with something?"
There was someone else in the Clinic with her, well there was and had been other people in the Clinic but she wasn't interested in her. She was interested in the new person. Shiny and glisteny and oh so very new.
"hELLo," Delirium said, looking at the woman from the end of the bed. She was wearing a clean set of pyjamas at Sandor's insistence. "YoU DOn'T Look PEACHY keEN."
Delirium probably didn't either to be fair but the bandages wrapped around her wrists were her own fault. "woULD yOU LiKE A bOOK OR Water OR COmpanY? i kNOW hOW boriNG it can BE in hERe."
The words 'peachy keen' registered, but didn't make much sense. She knew what the phrase meant, but it seemed so far away, a distant memory of things that no longer existed.
Opening her eyes, Dualla first noticed how vivid the woman appeared. Like a nebula or a painting: almost too full of colour to be real. "I think I could use both, if it wouldn't be trouble. I don't want to interrupt anything."
"mY PLanned day is FOrcED FeedinG, shOWER, MEdicinE, TALking, sLEeping, mORE SLeeping anD THen moRE SLeeping. sO schEDULed interruPTions arE WELcomed." Delirium said, feeling more put together then she had in weeks even if she didn't feel great still. "cAN you siT up?"
Delirium poured some water into a cup for the woman. "i'M DEL by the wAY." Delirium said, wondering of the many books that had been brought to her she could give to the woman.
Dualla had heard of cases, rumours really, of people having to be forced into eating by Cottle. It was something that protesters had done back on Sagittaron or still did in the brigs of certain ships.
It was something her father had done. Nodding her head slightly, she pushed herself up, hands shaking slightly. "Lieutenant Anastasia Dualla, ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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"Hey, talk to me, there," he said lowly, a hand going to her forehead and the other to the flashflight in his lab coat pocket.
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"No, no Cottle. Leave me alone, Helo."
She just wanted to go back to sleep or just die. It didn't seem fair that she wasn't being allowed either.
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"I dunno if that was English," he said to no one, sitting down on the step and checking her pupil response with the pen-light. "I'm Dr. Cox. Tell me your name."
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Her eyes opened for a moment catching sight of the man leaning over her, but she didn't recognise him. Was he another civilian doctor brought over from another ship? At that moment she didn't care, she just wanted to be left alone.
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It took her a moment to remember that someone had just spoken to her. Turning her head, she saw that it was another woman. The woman's seeming comfort did nothing to ease her own sense of disquiet.
"That I am." She frowned, trying to remember how she'd gotten here. "Does this make you old?"
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"I feel like I've been hit by a Raptor."
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"I think so. Just tired, really tired," she answered, the words coming out croakily. It sounded like she'd been screaming.
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She hadn't meant to catch it, but no one ever really did. Part of her wondered if it was curse from the Gods for turning her back on her people. It made sense, to be forced to suffer like them in order to remind herself.
"Luckily they caught it in time. Otherwise I'd just be another dead Sagittaron."
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He hadn't had any reason to go into the clinic in months-- not since the island had seen fit to send Centurians-- but when he heard what he thought was a familiar voice, he couldn't help but poke his head in.
"...Dee?"
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"Lee? Oh thank Gods I'm not alone here."
Tiredly, she smiled, trying to sit up a bit to see if there was someone else from the fleet with him. Helo perhaps? The Admiral? Anyone really.
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"What happened?" Lee asked, finally coming into the room. Frak, but it was good to see her.
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"Mellorak sickness, I caught it from the frakking Sagittaron refugees and went to Doc Roberts, but Helo freaked out and--" She stopped, confusion crossing onto her face. "Didn't you notice I was coming down with something?"
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"hELLo," Delirium said, looking at the woman from the end of the bed. She was wearing a clean set of pyjamas at Sandor's insistence. "YoU DOn'T Look PEACHY keEN."
Delirium probably didn't either to be fair but the bandages wrapped around her wrists were her own fault. "woULD yOU LiKE A bOOK OR Water OR COmpanY? i kNOW hOW boriNG it can BE in hERe."
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Opening her eyes, Dualla first noticed how vivid the woman appeared. Like a nebula or a painting: almost too full of colour to be real. "I think I could use both, if it wouldn't be trouble. I don't want to interrupt anything."
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Delirium poured some water into a cup for the woman. "i'M DEL by the wAY." Delirium said, wondering of the many books that had been brought to her she could give to the woman.
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It was something her father had done. Nodding her head slightly, she pushed herself up, hands shaking slightly. "Lieutenant Anastasia Dualla, ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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