Fenig - Leah | Wes - Alison | Medics - Shel
Shelonei: ---------BEGIN----------
Fenig Durak: ::Target practice had gone
well. She's tried to find Wes before, and then immediately after with no
luck. So, after a shower, a change of clothes, and letting her hair down,
Fenig tried once more in hopes that he was sulking in his quarters::
Wes Janson: Wes, meanwhile, lays in a drunken sleep on
the couch, his broken hand wrapped clumsily in a set of bandages. A few
bottle of whyren's reserve are scattered around him.
Fenig Durak: ::Buzzing at the door a few
times, she sighed and hoped he was in.::
Wes Janson: Wes groaned. "Go away," he slurred loudly.
Fenig Durak: Wes? ::She leaned close
to the door, pressing her ear against it:: Are you ok?
Wes Janson: "I'm dying," he slurred, then screamed as
his hand hit the side of the table as he turned over on the couch
Fenig Durak: Wes, let me in. I want to
look at your hand. ::Maybe that would work?::
Wes Janson: "I can't find da door..."
Fenig Durak: Then tell me your doorcode
and I'll let myself in.
Wes Janson: "If I yell it people be knowing."
Wes Janson: He stood up, then promptly fell over the table
and landed flat on his face.
Fenig Durak: ::The crashing and thudding
going on in there scared her:: Don't make me slice into your code, Wes.
Wes Janson: -=grabbing a boot, he threw it at the door,
hitting the palm button and openeing the door
Fenig Durak: ::The door slid away to show
Fenig a rather intoxicated Wes lying on the ground:: Frell, Wes...
Fenig Durak: ::she sighed softly and moved
to kneel next to him:: How much did you drink?
Wes Janson: "I dunno... lost track..."
Wes Janson: His eyes were bloodshut and plastered
Fenig Durak: ::She caressed his cheek
with the back of her fingers and sighed as her free hand sought out her
comm:: Durak to medical. I've got another pilot down. Hand injury and
near unconsciousness.
Wes Janson: His hand went to hit away her comlink. "Don
be doen dat..."
Fenig Durak: Wes, I have to. You have
to get your hand looked at and I can't carry you
Wes Janson: "My hand is fine," he slurred. "I can't really
feel it anymore... only when I touch it."
Fenig Durak: ::She glared at him, shaking
her head.:: Fine. ::So, to prove her point, she poked his knuckles::
Wes Janson: He screamed louder than any person in the
world has ever screamed. He glared at her. "I said only ven you touch it."
Fenig Durak: So then maybe you should
get it fixed so that it doesn't hurt when I do this ::she grazed her fingers over
it again:;
Wes Janson: He started to whimper like a little sissy.
"Stop it."
Fenig Durak: ::She leaned down over him,
placing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering:: I will when the
med team gets here. ::gentle touch::
Wes Janson: "you are evil," he stated, touching her face.
His good hand twitched a bit.
Fenig Durak: Yeah, I am, but it gets the
point across. ::Another light caress of his cheek before her fingers smoothed
over his hair. Gawd she loved his shoulder-lenghted hair::
Wes Janson: "You're wierd fenni..." he slurred. "I'm
a jerk, but you still like me..."
Fenig Durak: You're not a jerk, Wes.
You're just having a hard time. *I'm not helping, but still* ::She sighed softly
and reshifted to sit next to him. Where was that med crew?::
Wes Janson: "dey can wait..." he reached up and took Feni's
cheek in his palm and guided her down for a kiss.
Medics: The medics, having heard her use the
name "wes" in chastisement, knew exactly where they needed to go. Soon,
they arrived at the door. "Someone call for the Medics?" the tall Duros
asked.
Fenig Durak: ::Being that the door was
still open, they arrived to Wes and Fen in a little lip lock::
Medics: The devaronian coughed. "Uh... excuse
us...."
Wes Janson: wes waved his hand. "five minutes..."
Fenig Durak: ::She laughed and waved them
in:: C'mon in. I'll follow y'all to med bay
Wes Janson: "I don't wanna go to the med bay mommy..."
Wes joked.
Medics: The Duros looked back and forth between
the two, Wes DID outrank Feni.... the Devaronian didn't care, though - and just walked
right in. "Let's look at that hand, shall we? It's bad luck to leave
it un-treated for too long."
Fenig Durak: ::WEs may outrank her in
the military, but with his track record of injuries compared to hers...::
Wes Janson: "Been dere done dat.
Medics: The Devaronian whistled and waved
at his nose as though having caught bad scent. "Drunk too. tsk tsk..."
he shook his head and reached out for Wes' hand. The minute he touched
it----
Wes Janson: "AGHS!" wes screamed at the top of his lungs,
his face going white.
Medics: "Hmm, I'd say it was definitely broken,"
his voice was nonplussed. "And judging by that scream, sir, you've left
it too long. Bad luck's already got it's hand on your hand," he chuckled.
Medics: The Duros finally broke out of his
nervousness, he was new to the medic team here, and stepped in. "Can you
walk, sir?"
Fenig Durak: ::Fenig winced at the scream::
Ow...
Wes Janson: "I dunno... my body's kinda twitchy..." wes
slurred.
Medics: The Devaronian nodded, and the Duros
pulled out the collapseable carrier and unfolded it, laying it on the ground
by Wes. He and the Devaronian then lifted him to lay upon it, and the
two began walking out the apartment.
Fenig Durak: ::Rising to her own feet,
Fenig followed dutifully behind them::
Wes Janson: Wes twitched slightly. "Hobbie and i should
find an apartment in the med complex one day."
Medics: They soon arrived at the medbay, and
as they brought Wes in, another pair brought an unconscious Hobbie who's
head was swathed in after-surgery bandages past on his way to a bacta
tank.
Wes Janson: "I did dat, didn't I?"
Fenig Durak: Yes. ::she replied softly:;
Wes Janson: Wes groaned and leaned his head back. "I'm
stupid. stupid stupid stupid..." he banged his head on the stretcher,
only to get dizzy.
Medics: One of the medics, he didn't see which,
poked a needle in his arm.
Wes Janson: Since his body was soo alcoholed up, the drugs
started to take instant effect.
Fenig Durak: ::She moved around to stand
behind his head, mainly to stop him from banging it again, her hands
gently cupping his cheeks:;
Medics: one medic quickly set the bones, while
the other took his vital signs. "He's showing signs of electrocution,
along with alcohol poisoning," the Duros told the Devaronian.
Medics: "Well of course he's got alcohol poisoning,
didn't you see all those bottles?" he asked as he set the hand. "Don't
know about the electricity, though. Do you know, Lt?"
Wes Janson: Wes looked up at Feni with a 'don't tell them
about siee" look.
Fenig Durak: ::She looked down at Wes
with a piteous pout but nodded:: I have no idea.
Wes Janson: smiling slightly, Wes' head rolled to the
side, going unconcious.
Medics: "Fair enough," the Devaronian began
mumbling a bit to hiimself as he set the hand. superstitious race, that.
Fenig Durak: ::Her chin wrinkled up as
she leaned down to kiss his forehead:: -s- Poor guy..
Medics: "There," the Dev. spoke after a few
minutes. "All set. Let's get him tanked."
Wes Janson
has left the room.
Fenig Durak: Are you sure you have to
tank him? Can't you just submerge his hand?
Medics: "He needs to be tanked for at least
two hours for the electrocution effects." They picked up the stretcher
and began walking to the tank room.
Medics: "After that he can go in a bed and
sleep off everything else, while his hand's in a bacta cast."
Fenig Durak: Mind if I follow and watch
then? ::She hoped that they'd put both Wes and Hobbie in tanks next one
another so she could keep an eye on both of them::
Medics: "Suit yourself." And, whaddaya know,
the only free tank left was right next to the one they had submurged Hobbie
in.
Medics: They put Wes in the tank next to Hobbie,
then left. The timer on Hobbie's tank red two days, Wes' two hours.
Fenig Durak: ::*Well, tonight's been a
real bang up night. Wonder what'll happen next?* She snorted derisively as
she sank into a chair. *Maybe my bloodowrk'll come back negative...* That
made her think. Was that something she wanted to happen?::
Fenig Durak: ::Or the fact that she ranked
it right up there in things that would ruin her night more mean that she
liked the idea of having a kid? Shavit!::
Fenig Durak: ::Or was it the fact that
it was Wes' kid....::
