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"I'm fine. Just a few minor scratches." Leah grinned, laying down in one of the cots. "Get one of the doctors to check on Kameo, now."
"I'm fine. Just a few minor scratches." Leah grinned, laying down in one of the cots. "Get one of the doctors to check on Kameo, now."
//night!
“I will slap you, you’re not fine,” she said. “Hello? Where is everyone?”
"We have a few more injured people outside." Leah explained. "I need a doctor here!" She called out. After about thirty seconds, one emerged.
"Y-yes Captain?" He stammered. He must've been one of the new additions to the crew.
"Help Daso." Leah said, motioning towards him.
“And get one of your friends, cause our Captain is too proud to admit she needs help too,” Caelan said, gesturing.
"I'm not proud. My crew is my first priority." Leah replied calmly.
"I'm perfectly okay," Daso insisted, frustrated, "Just a flesh wound. I'll have it checked later. Please help the captain first," he implored to the doctor
"I'm not proud. My crew is my first priority." Leah replied calmly.
“And you’re no help to your crew if you bleed too much and stay unconscious for a week,” she said. “We have plenty of medics.”
Another person came out and looked around for a moment, before heading to Leah.
(… oh hi.)
The young doctor looked at Leah for permission. "Fine." She replied, waving him over. He looked at Leah's shoulder and lifted the fabric on her side to look at the wound on her hip.
After careful examination, he added different ointments and wrapped them up.
"That should heal in a week or so." The doctor explained, motioning to her side. "The shoulder is going to take a lot longer." He walked towards a new patient.
( Hello. :D )
(Wow I have missed much. ._.)
( Sorry about that. You can jump in wherever. )
(I'm going to sleep. Night guys!!)
Daso let the doctor stitch him up only after he made sure Leah was receiving care. His wound was deep but didn't require any sort of operation, which he was greatful for. He still sat in the medbay, though, silently, staring straight ahead.
(It’s fine. When you said that, I thought about Alice dropping down from the ceiling. Obviously I won’t do that, but it was a funny thought.)
Whoah I missed a lot! Good morning!)
(I did too, don’t worry, but I was able to respond last night!)
Should we pretend that Lucian And Morrigan stayed behind?)
(Yeah, Lucian wouldn’t have gone out anyway. We can just say that Morrison isn’t allowed because of her fresh stitches.)
Sure)
I’ll go then, gimme a sec so I can write something)
Morrigan cast her eyes downwards. “Thank you.”, she whispered. “I don’t deserve this.” She tugged at one of her hoop earrings.
“Everyone deserves help, Morrigan,” Lucian responded, sitting back up straight. “Try not to use your arm much, and remember to check in often so I can make sure it won’t get infected.”
Not me. I don’t deserve it. She nodded. “Don’t— please don’t tell the others that I cut myself.” She was trying to muster the sarcastic goth facade she usually used.
“I never share my patients medical information, I’m not going to tell anyone. I prescribe you pain pills, but you’ll need to get further dosages from me when needed,” Lucian said. He normally would have prescribed bottles, but he didn’t quite trust her with that.
Morrigan nodded, the sanest part of her immensely grateful, the depressed side already planning to take taking the pills. She would never deserve anything that good. “Are they back yet?”
Lucian took out high strength acetaminophen pills, putting two into his palm before handing them to her. A healthy dosage, something that wasn’t enough to be able to overdose on. “I believe they are back, the newer medics must be in the other room helping them.”
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