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ways_infirmary2012-03-30 10:20 pm
mr_gaeta) wrote in ways_infirmary2012-03-30 10:20 pm
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"Alone she sleeps in the shirt of man
With my three wishes clutched in her hand..."
Simon finally hooked him up to a morpha -- morphine, whatever it's called here -- drip once the nerve block wore off and the supposedly unidentifiable opioid had left his system. Gaeta's half-drowsing, eyes closed in a vain attempt to sleep outright; the pain's still too great, though, and the exhaustion more prominent.
And if he sleeps, that means he can't do the only thing that's worked so far.
"The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain..."
The words are a little roughened with hoarseness, a touch slurred by morpha -- but his voice still rings clear through the infirmary.
[ooc: for continuity's sake, all threads now take place before Boyd's and Simon's.]
With my three wishes clutched in her hand..."
Simon finally hooked him up to a morpha -- morphine, whatever it's called here -- drip once the nerve block wore off and the supposedly unidentifiable opioid had left his system. Gaeta's half-drowsing, eyes closed in a vain attempt to sleep outright; the pain's still too great, though, and the exhaustion more prominent.
And if he sleeps, that means he can't do the only thing that's worked so far.
"The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain..."
The words are a little roughened with hoarseness, a touch slurred by morpha -- but his voice still rings clear through the infirmary.
[ooc: for continuity's sake, all threads now take place before Boyd's and Simon's.]
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"It's not relevant," River tells the floor, low.
River's not very good at clarifying what she means.
Glancing back up, she tries, "Call it a metaphor."
Because it is! But River's not always sure when she's using metaphors and when she isn't and when they're clear to other people, so she may well just be opting for this as a safe bet.
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Yeah, he is way too drugged -- and in too much pain -- to process any of this.
Gaeta closes his eyes for a moment, trying to regroup. "What's your name?"
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He tries for a smile. It...doesn't work very well.
"I'm Felix."