Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Navigation Officer) in Side sim: Faced Fears and… Wrecked Quarters

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in Side sim: Faced Fears and… Wrecked Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Navigation Officer) in Side sim: Faced Fears and… Wrecked Quarters
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Helena grumbled and complained the whole way from B deck to C deck and her quarters. “I do not need crutches. They are a pain anyway, and dangerous in these narrow corridors.” She grunted as the crutches dug into her arm pit, lost her balance and then winced/hissed as her weight landed on the damaged hip.

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

Marceau caught her and helped her. “These hallways are not too narrow. I need mon pilot to heal well, Helena,” Marceau replied. “They are not for very long.”

~ Capt Renault

Helena gave him a shy look as he caught her, “Thanks.” She was such a klutz with crutches. “They are to narrow when I’m trying tonswing around on crutches and can’t keep my balance. Why couldn’t it be a knee scooter or something? Then I could get around without falling all over people.” She grinned wickedly, “I could make it to the bridge with a knee scooter. Yeah! Need to ask engineering if they can make one.” And getting off the lift the crutches got caught in the space between the lift and deck. Helena fell right over into Marceau, jaring her hip while trying to keep her balance, her the crutch free, and stay off her hip.

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

Marceau held her up so she wouldn’t fall or hurt herself more, but he wasn’t the strongest, and in trying to help her, he fell, hitting himself on the wall as he went down, making sure she landed on him. And land on him she did.

~ Capt Renault

The wind was almost knocked out of her. Luckily she landed on her left hip and not her right. One crutch was still stuck in the grove, her feet were tangled around the other. She tried to get off him, but only seemed to make herself more tangled. She sighed and her forehead rested briefly on his shoulder, but not long before she grinned, “I mean, there are easier and less painful ways to go about getting to hug me.”

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

Marceau grunted and shook his head. “Ouille, Helena,” He said. “That is the only good part about this. That fall hurt,” he complained. “Is your hip okay?”

~ Capt Renault

Careful not to hit him, Helena untangled the crutch and threw it. It hit the one that was stuck, and in turn, it tilted down to a comical angle, still stuck. She huffed, “Stupid crutches.” She used her hands and good leg to shift herself off him. “Yeah, I didn’t land on it, thanks to you. Are you okay? Do we need to go back to sickbay?”

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

“I am fine. Maybe a little bruised.” He smiled at her. “I will take that over hurting you.” He sat up and looked at her, judging how to help her up.

~ Capt Renault

She grinned, but it wasn’t her usual sassy look. It was softer. It was such a sweet thing to say, and he meant it. She sighed, “I can get up. Not much different than when my muscles are acting up. At least this time, I have one good leg.” She shifted to get her left foot close under her, pressed her back to the wall of the lift and pushed up until she was standing.

Helena wasn’t usually one to deny help, but she was being stubborn about this. She looked angrily at the stupid, wedged in crutch and walked past it.

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

Marceau grabbed her arm gently as he stood. He un-wedged the crutch and handed it to her. “I will be next to you. You won’t fall again. But you need to obey medical orders.”

~ Capt Renault

That was the gentle warning. Next would come out the strict doctor, then the captain, and lastly would be the very concerned friend that she could never say ‘no’ to. Helena took the crutches, but not without a muttered grumbling. “These things are going to cause me more hurt, or worse, than if I just walked the rest of the way to my cabin.” She put them back in place dutifully, and then swung her way down the corridor. She glanced over at him, watching him, “You sure you’re okay?”

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

“I’m okay, Helena. You can put an ice pack on me if I get any bruises.” He said and smiled. “I am right here. I will catch you again if you fall.”

~ Capt Renault

“And where would I get an ice pack? The Galley. And how would I get there? These … ahem … crutches. You aren’t going to let me do that alone because you are now convinced I will get hurt.” She paused outside her door and pressed the control. “I see what your plan is,” she moved into the narrow doorway and looked over her shoulder at him with that look, “You just want me all to yourself for a few days.”

Her quarters were always neat and pucked up, but the space was narrow in the entry with the bed and bulkhead. Too narrow to navigate and she rammed her hip right into the corner of the bed. Her breath tucked in loudly as she tried to stifle the moan of pain. She was never leaving that room again.

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

Marceau stepped in after her and after she hurt herself again, he helped (and by helped, more like guided), her onto the bed and then sat down with her. “Would that be so bad?”

~ Capt Renault

Helena would have said more like made her sit.
She didn’t protest because now she was hurting rather than just aching. Helena shook her head at him. “No, that wouldn’t be so bad except you can’t stay with me the whole time.” She shifted until she was as comfortable as she could be. She laughed though, “Well you get your wish. I’m not going anywhere on those things. I’m a hobbling disaster with them.”

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

“Hmmmm,” Marceau said. “Maybe I need a break from the stress.” He was still having stress symptoms, and what had been going on wasn’t going to help them.

~ Capt Renault

Helena laughed softly and shook her head, “Well caring for my stubborn grumpy self in my convalescence is not relaxing. Lucky for me your quarters aren’t ready yet. Though you would be more comfortable there.”

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

Marceau smiled. “Maybe, but you need to be comfortable.” He wouldn’t really take time off, that would mean telling someone how bad his stress was.

~ Capt Renault

Helena wouldn’t suggest it either. She knew Marceau, it would only make him stress more. “Well then no more captainy talk. You have a patient Dr. Renault who is in need of being seen after.”

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

Marceau smiled. “Then lay down and tell me where you keep the ice.” He said, standing up off the bed. His voice was in fact, his doctor voice, but his look was softer than it used to be as he looked at her.

~ Capt Renault

Who knew Helena could blush? She laid back, scooting gingerly against the wall, on her left side. “I don’t have any ice, but my first aid kit should have a cold pack. Bottom of the locker in my go bag.”

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

Marceau retrieved the cold pack, activated it, and moved back over to her. He wrapped it in a small hand towel and handed it to her. “Press it against your bare hip, where it hurts.”

~ Capt Renault