Fenig - Leah | Wes - Alison | Doctor - Shelonei | Hobbie - Shelonei
Shelonei: --------startsim-----------
Fenig Durak: ::she
motioned with a hand towards the door:: Lead the way
Wes Janson: -=slowly looks back=- you sure you want to come
Fenig Durak: ::she
nodded again, offering a more genuine and comforting smile:: Said I wasn't
leaving you. I meant it.
Wes Janson: Ok. -=starts towards med bay=-
Wes Janson: -=talks to self=- You're really stupid, you knwo Wes...
try to kill your best friend...
Fenig Durak: ::She followed him silently, just
watching as they walked, even getting lost in a few thoughts of her own::
Wes Janson: -=they get to a turbolift and Wes enters, holding the door
open for Feni=-
Fenig Durak: ::Steps
in next to him, glancing up to his face, then looked back at the doors::
Wes Janson: So...
Fenig Durak: -s- Yeah...
::She looked down at her thumb and where her longer fingernail had been::
Wes Janson: Your white streak is
growing in
Fenig Durak: ::Crossing
her eyes up, she nodded:: Yeah, a few more washes and the dye will be completely
out
Wes Janson: Looks good on you
Fenig Durak: Thanks. I'm still getting used to
having it again, it's been so long since I started dying it... ::Woo...idle,
nervous conversation:;
Wes Janson: _+chuckles=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
glanced at him again:: -s- Do you really like it?
Wes Janson: I think it's... unique...
Fenig Durak: ::She flicked a strand of the white
that was hanging inher face:: Thanks. ::her attention was drawn back to
the lift doors when they still didn't open. Until she realized they'd never
pushed the button:: -s- Uh, Wes?
Wes Janson: -=thoughtful=- yeah?
Fenig Durak: You gonna push the button? :;smirk::
Wes Janson: -=chuckles=- sure/ -=presses down button=-
Fenig Durak: ::They rode in silence, Fenig stepping
out as soon as the doors opened, turning briefly to Wes:
Wes Janson: Yes?
Fenig Durak: Coming?
Wes Janson: Lead the way.
Fenig Durak: ::Her mouth opened to respond with
a pilot joke, but she shut it again and started toward the medbay::
Wes Janson: -=chuckles to self and follows=-
Wes Janson: Do you know which section they took him to?
Fenig Durak: ::She stopped and looked around, then
at him:: No clue
Wes Janson: Same here.... it's a different zone every time
Fenig Durak: Maybe
they should just commit one zone exclusively to Hobbie... ::she laughed
softly and started for the medbay again:: We'll ask when we get there
Wes Janson: -=chuckles=- they should
Wes Janson: i thought they would have a Hobbie memorial wing by now
Fenig Durak: ::Reaching
the medbay, she looks around, frowning softly. Medbays just...she shuddered.
Icky::
Wes Janson: -=closes eyes=- I think
he's that way... -=points down a hallway=-
Fenig Durak: ::Frowns
at him:: How do you know?
Wes Janson: I just heard a doctor
go "Not him again" -=chuckles=-
Fenig Durak: ::laughs softly:: Ok, ok. I get it.
Lead on
Wes Janson: -=smiles and walks down
hallway=-
Fenig Durak: ::Follows,
trying to push the thoughts of 'nice rear...' out of her mind::
Wes Janson: -=stops at nurse's desk=-
Colonel Klivian? Where is he?
Doctor: -=looks up and notices it is Col.
Janson=- He is in reconstructive surgery at the moment.
Fenig Durak: ::She
laced her hands together behind her back::
Wes Janson: -=nods=- What tank area is he going to be placed in afterwards?
Fenig Durak: And when?
Doctor: Thirteen,
and probably another hour, at the very least.
Fenig Durak: ::looks
to Wes:: Wanna wait or come back in an hour?
Wes Janson: -=shrugs=- I dunno... up to you
Fenig Durak: ::Again, they waited in silence.
Feni shifted periodically in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs::
Description: -=an hour and a half later, a twilek
doctor comes to talk to wes, cause she's used to seeing him, when hobbie's
in hospital=-
Wes Janson: -=stretched out across a few seats, sleeping=-
Doctor: -=shakes his shoulder gently=- Colonel
Janson, I assume you're waiting to hear about Colonel Klivian?
Wes Janson: Nah.... the results of the pod races on tatooinee -=smiles=-
Fenig Durak: ::Her hand had been restoing on Wes'
shin as he slept, but when he woke, she took it off again::
Doctor: -=smiles
back, chuckling softly=- I am sorry I cannot help you there, but if you
wish to see him, he has been put in tank five, room thirteen.
Wes Janson: So.. um... what happened?
Doctor: We had
to resect some intestine, as well as reconstruct part of his liver and kidney.
But he will be just fine, the worst part is over, now it is just a waiting
game as the bacta does its work.
Wes Janson: -=nods=-
Wes Janson: oh
Fenig Durak: How long will he be submerged?
Doctor: depending
on how quickly the bacta knits things, it could be anywhere from three to
six days with an injury like this. perhaps less, if he promises to take
it easy. Which he won't, so we'll keep him.
Wes Janson: Of coruse he won't.
Wes Janson: Thanks doctor
Wes Janson: -=stretches=- Shall we go see him?
Fenig Durak: I"m just
here to be a pest.
Wes Janson: I didn't say it. -=starts walking=-
Fenig Durak: ::gets up and follows:: -s- You
never have to
Wes Janson: -=finds the tank sooner or later and looks up at the bobbing
for of HObbie=- -=sighs=-
Fenig Durak: ::Her
hand rubs over his back softly, eyes turned up to the tank::
Hobbie Klivian: -=suturing
across his stomach, his eyes closed in unconsciousness, slight trails of
blood whisping from the wound, but quickly are dispersed in the light
pink of the healing bacta=-
Wes Janson: -=presses forehead against tank=- this is my damn fault,
Hobbie. I'm sorry
Fenig Durak: ::Her hand moves to his shoulder and
gives a soft squeeze::
Wes Janson:
-=places hand on hers, then looks up at Hobbie
again=-
Fenig Durak: ::She
laces her fingers through his and gave his hand a squeeze that way before
leaning close:: -s- Do you want to stay here a while?
Wes Janson: Yeah.... I'm not going to be going anywhere for about three
to six days...
Fenig Durak: -s- Are you hungry or anything?
Wes Janson: Nah.
Fenig Durak: ::She patted his shoulder softly::
Ok, try and get some rest. ::She moved and brought a chair up next to
the tank for him::
Wes Janson: -=sits in the chair absently=- thanks
Fenig Durak: ::She leaves for a moment, gets a
blanket, returns and places it around his shoulders.:: Night. ::Another
pat on his shoulder and she left. But not before telling the Doc to keep
an eye on him too::
Wes Janson: -=slowly falls asleep=-
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