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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 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.