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[mr_gaeta]

The thirst sneaks up on him, eeling and flickering between tiny gaps in the pain until it's wormed up to his throat: rough, papery, too difficult to ignore. His voice cracks, and at first he doesn't mind the discomfort. It's another distraction. He'll take it.

Soon, though, it escalates to where he can't think about much else but water. Just one glass of it and he'll be fine. Cottle wouldn't object; there's even a small pitcher close to his bedside that he can grab once he pushes himself up.

His IV line keeps getting in the way. Distracted, singleminded, Gaeta unhooks it so he can stretch his arm a little further. His fingers almost brush it -- nearly there --

When he overbalances and falls off his bed, tumbling through the surrounding curtains, he hits the wooden floor of Milliways instead of the metal plating of Galactica's sickbay. Gaeta cries out, half-strangled by pain; he tries to push himself up again, and can't.



[Plotlocked! There will be an open EP tomorrow.]

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[mr_gaeta]

Gaeta doesn't flinch or protest when the needle goes in; he's almost motionless now, except for the labored rise and fall of his chest. After a moment, he closes his eyes. It seems a better option than staring at the ceiling.




"Alone she sleeps, in the shirt of man..."

It's barely audible.

[simon_doctor]

Simon glances back at him for the space of a heartbeat.

This isn't entirely outside his experience, this reaction from a patient, when the pain gets too bad to manage any other way. He's seen people curse in a steady stream or chant prayers; seen the point where there's no way to tell the difference.
a sa te ka na e ku ta ma e
It's only the clarity of the tune, even with Gaeta barely singing above a whisper, that makes him doubletake -- and even that only very briefly. He has work to do.

He doesn't meet Cordelia's eyes where she stands by the bedside, one arm across her midsection, the fingers of her other hand loosely curled over her mouth.

[mr_gaeta]

"With my three wishes clutched in her -- " His breath catches. " -- hand."

His fingers start to drift closer to his leg, without his fully realizing it.

"The first that she be spared the pain, that comes from a dark and laughing rain..."

[simon_doctor]

"Felix?" Quiet and calming. "I'm not sure I can find a medication that would be safe to combine with morpha, so instead I'm going to use a medical stun to apply a temporary nerve block at the base of your spine. While it lasts, you won't feel anything below the waist. Including the pain. Do you understand?"

[mr_gaeta]

The melody breaks off in an indrawn rasp of air. Gaeta pries his eyes open.

"Yeah," he says, once he can arrange his thoughts in the proper order. "I do. Yes, sir."

[simon_doctor]

"Good." He nods. "This won't take long."

[mr_gaeta]

It doesn't. Indeed, the longest part is helping Gaeta roll onto his side, supported so as not to put undue pressure on his stump; a second later, a burst of heat flashes across his lower back, and when it dies away...there's nothing.

I can't feel my legs, he thinks in a wobbly seize of panic. They're both gone. Oh, gods.

He looks down. Exhales, slow and shaky, when he sees they're both intact -- or as intact as they're going to be, now.

Gaeta closes his eyes on another thin well of tears.

[simon_doctor]

They help him roll onto his back again; Simon tests his good leg to make sure the numbness has taken full effect; Cordelia tucks the blanket back around him.

You're going to be fine, Simon tells him.

[mr_gaeta]

With the pain receding, the fog's creeping in to take its place. Simon's voice has a distant, ghostlike quality to it; so does his own, when he speaks.

Could you tell Louis I'm here?

[veryvorkosigan]

I'll tell him, Cordelia puts in reassuringly. We've met.

[mr_gaeta]

Gaeta nods. The movement neither looks nor feels wholly voluntary.

Thanks. He tries to direct it to both of them. Thank you.

He feels so exhausted without the pain to keep him awake. His eyes slip closed again; before long, his breathing's evened out as he finally falls asleep.

[simon_doctor]

Simon takes another moment to be sure he is asleep before thanking Cordelia in a low voice. She nods, and says you're welcome, and takes her leave to go write a note to Louis as promised.

He has a few more things to take care of before he's done here.