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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jun 17, 2010 17:08:28 GMT -5
"Duly noted, next time I'll remember to get there before she even thinks about brandishing a weapon near you," there was sincerity and sarcasm in her voice, but she'd be damned if she let someone blow a hole in his leg ever again. Or any other part of his body.
"Already done," she said with a smile, "I don't need you to tell me what to do all the time."
"Yes sir," she said. She never thought anyone would have say that they liked her in a torn up dress, but what the heck, she'd accept it. "All right," she squeezed his hand in return, keeping a hold of it before hoisting herself to her feet. She probably could have just laid down, and fallen asleep there, but it wasn't the greatest idea. "Up you come..."
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Post by togger on Jun 17, 2010 17:21:10 GMT -5
(Nyawwwww...they're so precious)
"Sometimes I doubt that." Will felt his ego rise just a little when she addressed him as sir. He took her hand, supporting himself on the uninjured leg as he rose. Footsteps could be heard now, some fading away, some coming closer. A man came to greet them...the co-pilot. Wait...where was the pilot?
"You guys need some help?" Will gave the chippy co pilot a glare, the co pilot continuing:
"I'll have one of my men take you to the infirmary. Our medic will be able to patch you up there." Another man came out of the crowd, taking Will off of Annabelle's hands, leading him to the infirmary. Will could be heard saying:
"Be careful man!"
The Co pilot looked to Annabelle with gratefulness before quietly letting her know how grateful he really was:
"Thank you for getting us out of that mess. We were blind sided...totally blind sided." He shook his head, as if he was shaking off a bad nightmare before continuing:
"Would you mind accompanying me to the bridge? I'll need to make a report to my superiors and I'd like for them to know who pulled our rears out of the fire."
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jun 17, 2010 17:30:20 GMT -5
(Bwahahaha, so true! What do you want to do when this thread is finished?)
"Take care of him!" Anna called after them, watching them cart Will off to the infirmary. "Or I'll be coming for you," she muttered. She hadn't wanted to let go of his hand. She would have gone with him, as she herself was injured, but the co-pilot had stolen her attention instead.
"Oh, well, Will did most of it," she said, "and I'd much rather he be there to hear the person singing his praises. Not that he needs his ego stroking, but still." Besides, she was about ready to drop. "Do you mind if this waits until tomorrow? she gave the co-pilot a smile, hoping he would give her a break. She needed to get clean, store the dress away somewhere for safe keeping, and then sleep for... a very long time.
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Post by togger on Jun 17, 2010 17:39:04 GMT -5
The co pilot hesitated for a moment, obviously thinking it over. He grimaced, saying:
"I'm sorry ma'am, but you know the Alliance. If they don't get word of this soon, my rear end is going to be braising over an open fire for delaying the report. They need to know...and besides, we have a live terrorist on board. I think they need to know that too. But don't worry, all I need you to do is stand there for about five minutes. You know protocol." He motioned for her to follow him up to the bridge.
Will was silent for most of the treatment, save a small manly yelp of pain when the medic injected bone marrow into the area. Apparently, the shot had gone right through Will's shin, which made things complicated, but doable. The medic had grafted some temporary bone and had filled the wound with temporary muscle until additional surgery could be done.
"Alright...we're done here. Now just lay back."
"What, I can't leave?"
"Not until we give you a new shin...and soleus muscle." Will grunted, laying back on the cot.
(Hmm...well, since Will needs a medical procedure, maybe the two can go to New Earth? Take a day or two off?)
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jun 17, 2010 17:45:33 GMT -5
Annabelle resisted the urge to act like a petulant child and pout or stomp her feet or whatever. She was exhausted and sore, but that wouldn't get the better of her, no, it wouldn't. "Lead the way..." she told him. He had done as he had promised, only having her stand there for five minutes - she was counting - before letting her go. She made sure they'd commend Will for his efforts, and that the terrorist would be dealt with accordingly. They didn't want her getting loose again. A man had then guided her to the infirmary to get her wounds treated before she would be allowed to finally get some rest. She didn't see Will as she entered and frowned, unsure as to where he could be. She was sat down and a doctor pulled a curtain across, making her pull down the top half of her dress so that they could get to all of the wounds. "Where's William Blake?" she asked the doctor, not knowing he was closer than she realised. (Sounds good to me.  I shall make a board for it.) |
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Post by togger on Jun 17, 2010 17:54:05 GMT -5
The medic pointed to the left, saying:
"The engineer? He's three beds down." He began to work on the wounds, at random intervals saying "This might sting a little." and other medical catchphrases that patients become familiar with. After the final wound was cleared, the medic said:
"You need rest. You have abrasions all over your upper body, not to mention a few first degree burns and a very high risk second degree burn on the back of your shoulder. I would also check to see if your ribs are broken. Other than that, you're fine." The medic motioned for Annabelle to put the dress back on as he continued:
"I'll recommend that we get the both of you to New Earth as soon as possible. You two need better care than we can provide on this thing. We were built for fat dignitaries, not battle wounds."
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jun 17, 2010 18:03:07 GMT -5
"Not too bad then," Anna said with a hint of sarcasm, pulling her dress back on. She let out a laugh at his last comment. "Heaven forbid a dignitary, overly proportioned or otherwise, have anything worse than a bout of indigestion." Her wit was still intact at least.
In her head, she was arguing with herself over whether to see if Will was okay, or just go to sleep. The medic pulled the curtain back, and she could see will now, and deep frown on his face as he lay there, obviously not happy about not being able to do anything. "Turn that frown upside down," she called to him from her bed, before yawning widely, covering her face with her face with her hands as she did so.
Lying down, her eyes began to droop. Painkillers were beginning to take effect so that she could sleep for a while without her wounds hurting her. "Night," she said, before falling to sleep.
(Do you want to start the new thread, or should I?)
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Post by togger on Jun 17, 2010 18:10:07 GMT -5
(I'll take care of it)
Little did Anna know that the frown Will wore was the same one he wore every night: he had been sound asleep for the past twenty minutes, not hearing a thing that had just happened. He would recall later that he had heard, in his dreams, someone say "night", but it was a childhood friend who he had been dreaming about when Anna said the pleasantry.
His eyes opened, albeit slowly, not wanting to break the oh so narcotic effect that the well deserved slumber had given him. He yawned widely before sitting up, swinging his legs...ow. New Earth couldn't come fast enough. The same medic(the only one apparently) came to Will, handing him a few pills.
"These should knock the pain out for the entire day and give you an awareness boost." Will took the pills, swallowing them as the medic continued:
"The chief officer is waiting for you in the hangar. I'll get you down there." Will waved the medic off, saying:
"I can get there myself, thank you." He tried putting support on the injured leg with no success. Scowling, he looked up at the Medic, muttering:
"Guess you're right."
(I'll start it up after your post)
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jun 17, 2010 18:18:54 GMT -5
Anna awoke to the sound of voices. She'd slept like a log, flat out for a fair few hours. She should have known that the thing to wake her up would be Will being stubborn. Opening her eyes, the light was blinding, and it took her a few seconds for her eyes to focus so that she could see properly.
She let out a groan as she sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Running her fingers through her hair, she moaned slightly as she realised how knotted it was. She'd have to avoid all mirrors for the next few hours until she could get to a shower.
Rubbing her eyes, she hopped up off the bed, her own legs working fine, her arms aching like mad, before walking over to Will's bed. "Morning," she said, stifling a yawn. "I get him down to the hangar." Whether they'd let her, she didn't really know, but she figured wherever Will was going, she was probably going too. "Saves you the hassle, right? Do you really want to be the one to haul his stubborn arse down to the hangar bay?"
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Post by togger on Jun 17, 2010 18:29:42 GMT -5
The medic laughed slightly, saying:
"He's all yours." Will looked over at Annabelle, saying:
"Well that's supportive." He leaned on her for support, saying quietly:
"Glad you're ok." He wouldn't have wanted the medic to have heard that. Of course not. Saves his pride a little more.
Anna and Will were greeted by one of the chiefs of the Alliance: Kyle Corver. He was a barrel chested man in his late 50's who was tan, lean, and could certainly punch a hole in the wall if he so desired. He looked at the two with a little smile, saying:
"You two look like you could use a break. All this planet hopping, terrorist halting garbage is getting the better of you." He motioned towards a small ship that stood near the edge of the hangar, continuing:
"Use this to get to New Earth. We'll have our people look at you and get Will his shin back. There's also been a few...developments on the rifts. You'll be briefed once you get down there."
(The end)
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I shall make a board for it.)