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[mr_gaeta]

"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.]

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[fireinthehole]

Harlan County born and raised; no desire to spend the gas money to go elsewhere; at least there's this bar to explore. Stories of the Sirens well in mind, Boyd prowls down the hallway to see where the sound's coming from.

Boyd sticks his head in the infirmary door.

Notes the source of the music.

Considers.

He takes another four or five steps toward the man in the bed, but doesn't announce his presence just yet.

[cbucsrule]

Wow, that... that sound, someone singing. It's pretty frakking haunting. He follows it, lets his feet carry him to the medical area. There's a guy lying there in one of the beds, no one he knows, but that song, man, that song.

It's beautiful and terrible at the same time.

He's not even sure he oughtta be here, and because of that, he stays back a little. Rests his arm against the wall, head tilted down, and just... listens. He'd like to help, but he's not sure what the frak he could possibly do.

Water, maybe: he's got an unopened bottle with him. Holds it out in offering, just a little.

[callipygos]

She always loves a good song in the springtime.

It may be why she's following the tune with light tread, arriving finally in the doorway to the infirmary. She pauses a moment to listen.

(Normally, she would avoid places of pain.

But then again ... they do put her in mind of Ares.)

[the_cupbearer]

The words are nearly unintelligible from where Ganymede sits, but the melody pricks his ear enough to have him getting up and following it. The singer is unknown and for that matter the song is as well, but he finds it curious enough to move, knife and reed in his hands still.

For now he stays in the doorway, filling in the gaps in the song's melody, inventing a countermelody and rhythm silently, and forgetting them again when his attention shifts from note to note coming out of the young man's throat. He doesn't interrupt it yet.

[river_meimei]

River's barefoot steps are silent, except for occasional rustles of her skirt against itself or the walls. Whether she's drawn by the song or by something else is hard to say; she's listening to something, though, and she's drifting down the corridor towards the infirmary with a faint concerned line between her brows.

At the door, she halts with one foot drawing up briefly, her instep brushing gently against the other ankle before her weight settles. She brushes light fingers against the doorframe, and leans in for a look.




Oh.

[ihavemyflaws]

Exploring has to do when leaving isn't an option.

A song leads her to the infirmary -- it shouldn't surprise her that this place has one -- and she hesitates, not sure she really wants to go in. Sickbay is never her favorite place to be.

Stubborn, she ventures farther in, but the source of the song stops her in her tracks.

"Gaeta?"

That's not possible.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter hears his voice and follows it to the infirmary where she sits beside him and rests a hand on his head,

"Oh Felix, child, what happened to you?"

[stilljustandrew]

It's the purity of tone, more than any familiarity in the voice, that catches Andrew's attention as he passes by the infirmary door on his way out back; he hasn't gone out to look at the grounds since the battle, and wants to see how things are doing.

He pauses, retraces two steps, and peers cautiously into the infirmary.

[simon_doctor]

It's some time after this that Simon Tam comes back to the infirmary to check on his patient.

The lingering scent in the air is what he notices first; herbal, faintly sweet, as though someone's been burning some unfamiliar incense.