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“Shut up and go to sleep already,” Jezem said and left the room from where they entered. If he stayed they’d just bicker at one another.

Jezem

Going to sleep wasn’t too much of a problem. Shivan slept hard while he slept, his body needing the rest. But he woke early in the morning, his injury hurting enough to keep him awake. He lay quietly until Jezem came back for him.

~ Thyr

Jezem arrived not long after Shivan awoke, carrying a tray of fragrant and savory porridge, fresh fruit juice and a side of warm sliced bread with butter. Also sitting atop the tray was a hypo of pain killers, “Oh good, you didn’t die in your sleep.” Jezem reached over Shivan to set the tray beside him on the bed which might as well have been a slab of stone if not for the heavy blankets atop it. Jezem stepped back assessing the sorry state of Shivan’s clothes and lack therof, “You need new clothes.”

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“I’m glad you’re glad, I guess.” Shivan commented. He grabbed the hypo off the tray and gave it to himself, giving it a moment to take effect. Then, “Help me sit up.” Shivan hadn’t considered his appearance until Jezem mentioned it. Still shirtless, bloodstained and dirty pants. Still, he gave Jezem a look. “Leave it to you to worry about how I look.” He tried to raise his left arm as a test… Nope, it hurt to do that. “I’m not going to be able to dress.” Not in regular clothes. The thought of trying to lean down and pull pants up was bad. Pulling a shirt over his head wouldn’t be easier either.

~ Thyr

“Of course I’m worried. You’ve covered in your own blood and you reek of musty sweat.” He leaned over and helped Shivan into an upright position, he smirked, “I should give you Orion clothing. Loin clothes are easy, you wouldn’t even have to bend much.” Though it started out as a joking thought the more Jezem considered it. . . the more fantastic the idea seemed. Orion styles often skipped shirts and pants and went straps and wrap-around or tied clothes.

Jezem

“I know.” Shivan made a face. “But I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to get sutures wet, so a shower is out of the question.” Shivan grunted as he moved upright with Jezem’s help. He raised a brow and looked at Jezem. “Like yours? I don’t know about that. I’d look ridiculous.” Not having to bend sounded good though. He was never going to be able to dress in regular clothes and he didn’t enjoy being covered in his own blood anymore than Jezem enjoyed looking at it. “Maybe I’ll give it a go.”

~ Thyr

“No, you’ll look better than you’ve ever looked. It doesn’t take much to improve upon. . . whatever it was you were wearing before. Ugly was what it was. No one would ever mourn the loss of those clothes. Jezem smirked, “I’ll fetch some for you and then we’ll get you into the sonic shower.” He said the words ‘sonic shower’ like they were garbage. Ferengi seemed obsessed with sonic showers. Not him though, water showers were the way. Once satisfied that Shivan could eat he left to go rifle through his closet of clothes.

He grabbed three loin clothes, several adjustable chest wraps and. . .because aesthetics were more important above all else. . . some gold jewelry. Jezem carried all this back to the room and dropped them on the edge of the bed. “Alright, let’s get you dressed and clean.”

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