Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees
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“They’re OTC,” Marceau joked, “but yours are extra-special.” They kissed, a long and slow one, and then he rested his head against her. “Cela m’a permis de me sentir mieux.” (It did make me feel better)

~ Marceau

“My French isn’t that good, but I’m pretty sure you said you feel better.” Helena gave him a quick peck before curling up beside him. She was quiet for a minute before she laughed, “Hey Marceau, we aren’t telling my mom about that home remedy.”

Helena

Marceau wrapped his arms around her, suddenly seeming sleepy. “Uh? Non, no we’re not.” He replied, laughing too. Then he cuddled into her and smiled. “I said your kiss made me feel better.”

~ Marceau

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Some few hours later Helena woke and bit back a pained groan. Her muscles were giant throbbing knots that didn’t want to move. Apparently too much rest was bad because now she couldn’t move. Well she could but it was painful and her muscles protested with the effort. The clock said it was a couple hours past lunch which meant she had missed her second pill.

Helena

Marceau was pleasantly and blissfully asleep next to her. When she started to move he woke groggily and groaned softly, “J’ai mal au ventre.” (My stomach hurts). He looked over at Helena, and she looked like she was in pain. That woke him up a little. “Helena? How do you feel?”

~ Marceau

mal? Didn’t that mean bad? “Everything is tight and it hurts to move.” She turned her head and looked at him and tried to sit up. “I feel as bad as you look. Where are the antacids Dr Grey gave you?”

Helena

Marceau helped her sit up, sitting up himself. “Moving a little bit might help but don’t overdo it.” He gave her a meaningful look. Then he pointed to the nightstand where the box of antacids still sat. “I’ll take one in a minute… And maybe some water for my head. Where are the meds she gave you? You’re overdue for one and it’ll help the stiffness.”

~ Marceau

Helena was in no hurry to move. Simply stretching by pointing and flexing her toes made her clench her teeth. Her core felt like it was on fire and give out. Maybe she would just wilt into a puddle. She let out a small groan. Nope she couldn’t wallow, so she continued to stretch. “Um…” she looked around, “in my pants pocket.” She tried to sit up a little more, “Uuuhff. Grey said I had to eat.”

Helena

Marceau stood and grabbed her pants and pulled the meds out of the pocket and put them on the night table. “I’ll go get us lunch so you can take one of these.” He smiled at her and took her hand, “Stretch gently. Not too much, you don’t want to pull or anything.”

~ Marceau

Helena nodded, she’d be careful. “Hey!” She winced out. “Take yours first.” She rolled her shoulders and rubbed at her arms. “Tell chef you have heartburn. He’ll give you something that won’t bother you and no one will know differently.” Then she sighed. “Don’t tell my mom, but I really want her turmeric tea.”

Helena

Marceau smiled at her, “Merci.” He let go of her hand, filled a cup of water and took one of the antacids. Making a mental note to ask her family for tumeric tea, he headed for the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Helena thought he seemed better, or maybe he just put on his poker face because he was walking out like nothing was wrong. She tried to stretch more while he was gone. She even sat on the edge of the bed to get up and walk, but at least alone, she would admit she hurt too much.

When he returned he was carrying a tray with two plates. Helena’s was a pasta dish and Marceau’s was something bland. He’d done what Helena suggested and told the chef he had heartburn. He sat the tray on the small side table by the bed and pulled up a chair for himself so Helena didn’t have to get up to eat.

~ Marceau

Helena had moved but was laying on the bed again, rubbing her leg, a pained expression on her face when he came back. She had to sit up to eat and the sooner she did the sooner she could take the meds Grey gave her. Arms were difficult to stretch and seemed at the moment to be giving her the most pain and problems (relatively) as she tried to push herself up.

Marceau went over to her to help her sit up. He pulled the night table closer to her. “Here, eat. You can take one after a few bites, you don’t have to finish it all first.”

“So, is the rest of the ship still holding together?” Her point was that Marceau could trust his crew so he could take care of himself for a bit.

Helena

“Oui.” Marceau replied, looking at her. “Nothing has happened since yesterday.” He needed to write… Her dad a letter. She said don’t tell her mom, so he would simply write her dad. Thinking about it reminded him of Dúnna’s care package. Hadn’t there been tea in there? He just needed to see if it was tumeric.

He checked the room’s small storage and counter space area and found where he’d put away the tea. He’d left the note with it: Helena might want some too. Smiling, he picked out a packet of the tea and put on an electric kettle. “I should be on the bridge. But I am glad I have the time to help you.”

~ Marceau