Chris hadn’t even realised how his pulse was leaping in erratic jolts, fit to burst out of his chest from sheer anxiety; because after everything, after the loss of their crews, he needed this one thing to go right, needed this one woman in particular to not be torn away from him. Even now, he can’t quite believe it. Even having monitored her progress and having been CC’ed on all the reports from the doctors and the first post-op messages, it seems miraculous that she’s still here, alive, breathing, and not a host for newborn Gorn ripping their way out of her. Chapel didn’t have to press that needle to her vein and kill her in her sleep.
Christ, how close they came.
The doctor continues to bustle around. Flicks a handheld light on, shines it into Marie’s eyes, watches the dilation of her pupils, makes a thoughtful clucking noise against his teeth. Then he undoes part of the wrapping on her arm, and examines the skin beneath. And then the other two — patient and visitor — are craning their heads, also trying to catch a glimpse of how the site looks.
“How does it feel?” Chris asks her, and the doctor shoots him another look. Stepping on toes, cap.
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Date: 2024-01-18 03:52 am (UTC)Christ, how close they came.
The doctor continues to bustle around. Flicks a handheld light on, shines it into Marie’s eyes, watches the dilation of her pupils, makes a thoughtful clucking noise against his teeth. Then he undoes part of the wrapping on her arm, and examines the skin beneath. And then the other two — patient and visitor — are craning their heads, also trying to catch a glimpse of how the site looks.
“How does it feel?” Chris asks her, and the doctor shoots him another look. Stepping on toes, cap.
Chris doesn’t give a damn.