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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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"Well-- didn't the ... doctors, or someone ... want to know who to tell? That you were here? Oh, never mind, you know--"
A slight pause.
"I could try to find him for you. Bring him here. If you'd like."
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And yet --
"You could do that?"
Please.
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She thinks it mostly works.
"I can try."
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"Please, Lady Aphrodite," he whispers, as fervent as a prayer -- which is exactly what his words have become. "If you're able. Please."
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Carefully, she steps in close and bends down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
"You got it, sugar," she murmurs.
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He doesn't know if it's the morpha frakking with him or what, but her presence seems so much bigger than this room. (He's pretty damn sure it isn't just the morpha.) He's almost afraid to open his eyes, to look upon the goddess' beauty again.
"Thank you."