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[mr_gaeta]

The worst part of this, he thinks dully, is that he can't even get a frakking drink or ten and blind himself the way he knows half the crew's doing right now. Not unless he wants to wake up dead; despite it all, he still doesn't want to die.

So Gaeta settles for wringing a shot of morpha out of Cottle under the insistence that his new pain meds aren't doing frak-all, and retreats to Milliways, and sits with an untouched mug of coffee as he turns his face toward the lakeshore windows.

It's so green out there. It's such a frakking crock.




[ooc: not plotlocked, but please PM me before tagging! Gaeta is not in the best mental state right now.]

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[simon_doctor]

"Lieutenant Gaeta?"

He may recognize the voice, or not, but the tone of concern is unmistakeable.

[wheatencrown]

It's been three days since Kore went to her husband and Demeter has been closing up the house.

When she was closing up one of the pantries, she found a door and went through where she spotted Felix.

She walks over to him and sits down nearby, "Felix?"

[faithful_lt]

Eventually he makes his way from the table to the Bar -- and once he receives the note, to the infirmary.