Felix Gaeta (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mr_gaeta) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ways_infirmary2012-03-30 10:20 pm
mr_gaeta) wrote in ways_infirmary2012-03-30 10:20 pm
(no subject)
"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.]
no subject
He watches Felix's hand move to his thigh and... follows the obvious line down to where the rest of his leg ought to be and can't imagine a scenario, not a single godsdamn one, where he might've caused that. Unless it was an accident, but it sure as frak doesn't seem that way.
No idea, no idea at all.
"I guess" -- he starts, but swallows back the bigger thought, about how it doesn't really matter if they're homesick because there's no home to go back to -- "that's warranted. It's hard, man, all of it." Including whatever happened three years from now, but for all that this place warps the physics of time, he can't even think that way. He can't. Maybe he's just not evolved enough as a human being to take that kind of cognitive leap, or associative leap, or intuitive leap or whatever the frak he ought to call it. He never majored in physics after all.
"But sleep, that's probably a really good idea. I could sit here and bore you and tell you about all the times I found myself waking up in a hospital, but I'm guessing misery actually doesn't love company and never really did."
It's all pretty weak, but he doesn't know what else to say, except for one thing. "I'm sorry. About your leg, and if there was anything I could do about it, I... really would. So if there's anything you need, or if you want to... to talk about Picon or hear what it's like right now on Caprica or... play a game of cards or shoot the shit or anything, let me know, okay?"
This place has ways of getting messages back and forth.
"Or I can stop back in and check and see how you're doing. Later, or tomorrow or something." He doesn't even know why he's offering. It's not like he knows the guy, but he feels responsible for whatever it is, even if it was caused by some nebulous other version of himself from some alternate reality.
no subject
"I'll let you know," he says at last, not much louder. A beat, in which he digs deep to pull the necessary word out into daylight. "Thanks."
This is not the Anders he knows. This is not the Anders who shot him.
Not yet.
no subject
Before he leaves, he pats Felix on the arm. Just once, just... one more sorry, one more wish this hadn't happened, one last bit of solidarity over both being Pican, over everything. Still, as he heads toward the door his heart's heavier than it has been yet at this place.
So much for whatever power's in charge deciding he needs a break. Life's just been one cruel joke after another lately, with one shining exception. Maybe if he's lucky he'll find her again sooner rather than later, unless she really was just a dream.
no subject
no subject