[ That moment between the shake of his head and the confirmation that Sam is fine is almost too long. Panic nearly bubbles up inside of her, and she would have been off that bed and marching out to find the wayward scientist if he hadn't offered clarification. Even with it, some part of her is desperate to see for herself, and it's only by reminding herself that Jim wouldn't be here if something was wrong with Sam that she manages to stay right where she is.
Which isn't where she wants to be. Not at all. Not when she can see that crewperson lying under the sheet, and the beds covered in the blood of those being treated. Not when there's a scared child crying in the corner, and her attention keeps being pulled to the people in stasis. She can't stay here much longer, not if she wants to stay in one barely held together piece. ]
I'll be fine. I just need someone to close me up so this bed can go to someone who needs it. [ Despite the numbness spreading through her, there's a thread of urgency in her words that belies the panic that still hasn't settled back down, instead being repurposed. She looks past him to the medical staff who are overwhelmed and likely unable to get to her anytime soon— and makes a decision. ]
You can do it. Use a dermal regenerator to close up the cuts so I stop bleeding everywhere. [ She speaks to him the way she has everyone else since they were taken. There's authority to her request that's half a command, with a dose of encouragement for good measure. It's become second nature to address others with this tone, so it takes no thought or energy to use it with Jim Kirk. ] I was already scanned for internal injuries, I'll just need something to stave off infection.
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Which isn't where she wants to be. Not at all. Not when she can see that crewperson lying under the sheet, and the beds covered in the blood of those being treated. Not when there's a scared child crying in the corner, and her attention keeps being pulled to the people in stasis. She can't stay here much longer, not if she wants to stay in one barely held together piece. ]
I'll be fine. I just need someone to close me up so this bed can go to someone who needs it. [ Despite the numbness spreading through her, there's a thread of urgency in her words that belies the panic that still hasn't settled back down, instead being repurposed. She looks past him to the medical staff who are overwhelmed and likely unable to get to her anytime soon— and makes a decision. ]
You can do it. Use a dermal regenerator to close up the cuts so I stop bleeding everywhere. [ She speaks to him the way she has everyone else since they were taken. There's authority to her request that's half a command, with a dose of encouragement for good measure. It's become second nature to address others with this tone, so it takes no thought or energy to use it with Jim Kirk. ] I was already scanned for internal injuries, I'll just need something to stave off infection.