Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side-sim: The Reckoning

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side-sim: The Reckoning

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Rand didn’t really want to get up. She was settled in, but she would have preferred to have gotten up just then rather than later. She was glad though that he didn’t need anything right then since she really didn’t want to get up. She nodded and seemed to lean in closer. She thought about asking how his leg was feeling but thought it might be better to not drawn his attention to it.

Rand

Roman was getting tired. He was comfortable and relaxed, his meds were in full effect, and all that made him feel sleepy. He let out a small yawn and looked at Rand. “Or maybe I’ll fall asleep before I need anything, after all.”

~ Roman

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A light barely there brush of air on the back of Rand’s hand. Her fingers flexed slightly and she sunk back into sleep. She was warm cozy, and tired, and she had no intention of waking up. Soft feathery twitching tickled the back of her hand, followed by the touch of a tiny slightly cold nose. Her hand twitched and it happened again. With a deep sigh Rand listened to the room around her. What had woken her up? Randy? A comm? She opened her eyes, and turned red in the dark. It wasn’t either of those things. She turned her head slightly to look at Roman. It was like the tent on Kelmao except there was no emergency. So what had woken her up? Roman was still asleep and didn’t seem to be in pain or having a nightmare.

Then another touch to her hand - Pipkin. The little rabbit had left her cage and used the stool to climb up on the bed. She sat up very carefully so as not to wake Roman. She scratched Pipkin behind the ears and then looked around. Now that she was awake she was cold. A look at the chronometer said she was supposed to give Roman the first anti-inflammatory. She slipped from the bed and blinked sleep from her eyes. She picked up the first hypo, shooed a curious Pipkin away, and carefully pressed it to his leg. Then she went looking for that blanket that always seemed to be around.

Rand

Roman gave no reaction as Rand started to move around. The hypo caused him to twitch a little but still he did not wake. The pain meds were doing as Randy intended, Roman was in a deep, dreamless sleep. The blanket was neatly folded and stored on a shelf in his closet.

~ Roman

Rand finally found the blanket, in the closet. She didn’t figure Roman would care, but it was still just weird going through his stuff. In the dim light she barely noticed Pipkin hop into the closet, and only be cause the light reflected off the white patches of her fur. She sighed and knelt down to look for her. In a very hushed whisper she berated the rabbit. “Your supposed to give him problems you little fur ball. Where did you go?” Rand was not going to turn the light on and possibly wake Roman up. So she dug around in the floor of the closet, which was pitch black, feeling around for the tiny thing. Finally, she got ahold of her, and picked her up and carried her, along with the blanket back to the bed. “Maybe you need to stay in your room at night? Hmm?” She sat with Pipkin back on the bed. Well now what? Should she go? No probably not, Roman was supposed to get the other anti-inflammatory in less than an hour. She really didn’t want to go either, she’d rather stay there. She leaned back against the head board, trying one-handed to spread the blanket out over both of them. Pipkin was awake and finally Rand put her on the floor to go explore instead of wiggling everywhere. It wasn’t long before she’d dozed off again, head on his shoulder.

Rand

Roman shifted in his sleep, starting to roll, but something was in his way. The unexpected inability to roll over caused him to wake and poke at what was there. It was Rand, she hadn’t left like she normally did. He was glad she was there. Her head had been against his shoulder but as his body had tried to roll her head had instead ended up on his pillow.

Now that he was awake, he checked the time. It was still early early morning. About an hour after Rand had woken, not that he would know that. He realized he needed the facilities. Rather urgently, actually. He didn’t want to wake Rand just to walk him there, but his leg still hurt and would still be weak, and going himself was sure to aggravate it. He considered his options. He still did not want to wake Rand. She’d have to work in a few hours. His crutches had been left conveniently within his reach, most definitely so that he’d use them. But they’d make a lot of noise especially if he fell with them. He decided to go without, as much of a lecture as he was sure that would earn him if Rand did wake up.

Carefully moving away from a still sleeping Rand, and checking to be sure he wouldn’t step on Pipkin, he swung his good leg over the edge of the bed. Using his hands to help it again, and making a silent face of pain, he swung his bad leg over the edge. Then, slowly, and putting the majority of his weight on his left side, he stood up. Pain shot through his leg, even with the little weight he had on it. He wished Randy hadn’t made him get rid of the stick from Kelmao. He leaned on the wall, using that to support some of his weight on that side. Several painful and slow steps later, he slipped into the restroom in the quarters and shut the door as softly as he could.

~ Roman