Curtis and Edgar, initial treatment and visiting hours

[simon_doctor]

It's been a rough day for Curtis and Edgar. Fortunately, the Milliways infirmary is definitely set up to handle hypothermia and exposure.

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[dejah_thoris]

Dejah insists on staying beside Curtis as he's bundled into a bed. Nothing short of a hypospray will dissuade her.

"There. Rest," she breathes. "You're all right."

Please Issus, let him be all right.

[2goodarms]

Curtis drifts in and out for a while after the doctor's done. Reality blends with memory: at one point, the bed becomes a warm pile of snow, and white flakes spin around his vision as he blinks up at the light. At another, Wilford's the one spooning broth into his mouth. It tastes awful, like liquefied steak, but he's too weak to spit it out -- let alone fling the bowl across the room and go for Wilford's throat.

He isn't shivering, though. Everything aches with a pins-and-needles thaw, but he's suffered worse hurts, and the stinging passes quickly enough -- except in his right hand, which burns like it's inches away from a flame and still can't bend without effort. By the time the delirium passes, he's aware enough to be concerned about that, albeit in a detached way.

(In the next cot over, Edgar's a blanket-wrapped lump with a shock of gingerish hair at one end and some pale turquoise gel-packs at the other, one maybe-shoulder shifting in the slow rhythm of breathing sleep.)

[hate_gettin_older]

Some time later:

The lump of blankets on the next cot shifts slightly, the rhythm of its breath hitching, and emits a grunt of something like pain.

[dejah_thoris]

Later, when the visitors have gone away and the ward's lights have dimmed, Dejah has to move. She's been sitting in a chair for what feels like ages. Curtis is sleeping quietly, Edgar as well.

She paces the floor, silently counting the tiles between the curtains and the wall, calculating how many tiles it would take to cover the whole room. She stops at the foot of Edgar's bed when she hears him stir.

She holds still, waiting for him to fall back asleep.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan shows up at some point, possibly breaking infirmary rules by bringing his dog with him, and heads for Edgar's bed.

"Hello."

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen slips into the infirmary, leaving Liranan to watch the door.

(It makes him feel useful, and it keeps dog hair out of the medical area.)

She wants to check on both Edgar and Curtis, just to make sure things are going well.

(And also to check on Dejah, at least in passing. Stubborn partners she knows very well, and so.)

[andinfluencepeople]

Chuck's not great at waiting in infirmaries. He hates being useless. By the time his team had come in, Edgar'd already been ferried off.

So he just pokes his head around the door every so often, and thus time Edgar's clearly awake. He grins, a little more with getting-his-timing-right than actual happiness. He doesn't say anything as he's ambling over in case of waking anybody else.

"Hey,"