| PHD #357: Rest For The Body, Not For The Mind |
| Summary: | Khloe visits Wade in the recovery room. |
| Date: | 18 Feb 2042 AE |
| Related Logs: | Wading Through Blood |
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| Recovery Room - Deck 10 - Sickbay - Battlestar Cerberus |
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| A much more quiet area of Medical, this elongated room is also lined with beds. Each is similarly outfitted with privacy curtains as necessary and even the paint on the walls has been lightened in an attempt to help lift spirits. Chairs are readily available all over the place so that visitors can pull one up to talk to the patients during their recovery. Near the entrance, visiting hours are posted with a very conspicuous 'No Smoking' sign. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #357 |
Surgery went well, or so the doctor said. In reality, after he had morpha administered to him, Wade was knocked out and it seems that the effects take quite a long time to dissipate, because he is just starting to open his eyes for the first time since the accident. It takes a few moments for him to be able to focus what's around him, but he finally finds himself in the Recovery Room. He leans his head back against the pillow and closes his eyes once more, feeling quite tired at the moment. However, it soon hits him, he got hit and bad…. He opens his eyes again to look at his arm, only finding it almost completely covered in bandages, from a few inches below shoulder level, down to his hand. He looks but at the moment, there's nobody there.
Peeking in carefully and quietly is Khloe, being careful to not disturb him if he was resting. But since he's peering around, she allows herself to step inside, disturbing the curtain only barely. "Hello, Drips," she says quietly, coming to stand beside his bed. "I was wondering when you'd rejoin us. How are you feeling?"
Wade moves his focus from his arm as soon as he hears Khloe's voice. He looks at her and shows a faint smile "Hey, Poppy" He takes a deep breath and asks "For how long was I out?" and now he looks at his arm when she asks how he's feeling "I'm…" starts the man, looking at her again "My arm hurts, but other than that, I think I'll live." he presses his lips together and asks "Did you speak with the Doctors? Am I going to be able to fly again?"
Crouching down slowly, Khloe takes a knee so that she can be more on eye-level with Wade. "Relax, Lieutenant, that's an order," Khloe says with a stern edge, but still gently. "No point in getting yourself wound up." From the look of Poppy, who is freshly showered and wearing a pressed uniform, it's not the same night. "You've been out for about twelve hours, give or take. I've not spoken to the doctors and I'm not about to harass them. What's important is that you rest, and you recover, and you don't exert yourself."
Wade follows Khloe's eyes with his own as she takes a knee. He presses his lips together and blinks a couple times, looking at his arm again. He attempts to move his fingers and while they react, slowly, he winces just a little bit. His attention drifts back to her and he nods in silence "Yes, Captain" Now, he tilts his head and arches both eyebrows "Twelve hours? What the frak did they gave me?" He sighs and shakes his head "I'll try Captain, it's just that, I wake up and see my arm like this…" He goes silent, thinks about a few things "I remember…I remember I went in to cover Lyon, but I had one on me…I remember the panel exploding. Is Lyon ok? Was she hit?"
"She's fine, you're the only casualty from that engagement," Khloe explains. Resting a hand on his good arm, she states: "You did your job. I went over the flight footage and you were doing your job covering her. You took one for the team and that's all I can ever ask for any of my pilots." This is uncharacteristically tender for Khloe. Giving his arm another pat, she retracts her hand. "I think we've found the attack pattern that helps neutralize the swarm's numbers. They're like flying bricks, so their cockpits and engines are easy hits. Chasing exhaust is something they drill out of us in flight school, but in this case, bad habits are going to help us survive."
Wade nods in acceptance to Khloe's words "Good, good…" says the man about the fact that Lyon was not harmed, and neither any of the Air-Wing group. He looks at Khloe's hand for a brief second and then back at her. At her words, he manages to show a very faint smile, putting on his focus face when she speaks about what they found "Engine or Cockpit, got it. I'll make sure to focus on those areas should I get to go out again before all of this is over…well…at least the situation with the Swarm." He takes a deep breath "I've been thinking. On how they communicate. I'm trying to figure out how they always do the same, two first…I take Scouts and then the rest. But, if they are Scouts indeed, it means that their communication range must be rather large, because, where the hell are the others?"
"Lieutenant, I don't want you getting worked up," Khloe instructs quietly. "You're going to be in here for at least until they're sure you won't bust your stitches. And then gods know how long it'll be before you can fly again. What I want you to do is relax. You're on unofficial R&R until I say otherwise. That means no thinking about blowing up Toasters." There's a hint of a smile quirking at Khloe's lips. "I'm proud of you; I'd be doing the exact same thing, were our positions reversed. But in good conscience I can't let you stress yourself out. Relax."
"But…" says the man, going quiet after Khloe continues "It's good to exercise the mind, Captain. Specially if I get to help the fleet." he smiles just a little bit and closes his eyes for brief seconds "I don't want to think about that…and the doctors better let me out on light duty…" He shakes his head at this and then nods at her "Thank you, Captain. And thanks for coming to see me" He smiles a little at first, but then, a thought invades him and he smiles a bit more "Say…have you considered what would be the best thing for me if I can't fly anymore? Career path and all" He chuckles softly "You know, like you did…" he looks around and leans closer to her "with Hosedown"
"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it, Lieutenant. Let me be the cold bitch who has to worry about things like that." Khloe rests her hand on Wade's forehead, lips drawing tight. It's clear that she doesn't like seeing him laid out like this, but she's not going to be emotional in front of him. Not any more than she already has, anyway. "You rest. I'll come by after CAP tonight." And with that, she rises to her feet.
Wade studies Khloe for a moment, in silence and while she says those things. When she places her hand on his forehead, he doesn't attempt to move away and rests against his pillow. "Ok, Captain" says the man, knowing at this moment that he doesn't have the energy to fight it. He wants to stand up and shake some random Doctor, to get answers from them. He keeps eye contact with her as she stands up and nods "Clear eyes and steady hands out there, Poppy. Be careful" He forms a small smile again and then takes a deep breath. He really does look miserable, laying there without being able to do anything.
"We'll be fine. I'll try and get you a wireless headset so you can at least listen to our escapades," Khloe offers as a parting gift on the way out. "Rest well."