[ Anyone else probably would have gone into shock long before he finishes the procedure, and it's quite possible that the only thing holding La'an back is sheer stubborn will. She's spent most of her life training her body to do only what she wants it to and she refuses to let go of that control now when she's so close. To freedom. To the nearest thing to peace she can ever find. To being able to shed this facade and allow herself to finally fall apart the way she needs.
The La'an of a year ago would have balked at the thought of letting go of her hold over her emotions. The La'an of today actually learned something from the hours of therapy and accepts that sometimes letting go of your own volition is the only way to ultimately maintain that control she values so much. If she doesn't choose the time, her mind will choose it for her when it finally reaches a breaking point, and that is something she can't afford.
There are no other visible injuries, everything hidden still beneath layers of clothing, but there's nothing even remotely life-threatening. And some part of her needs for those little reminders to stay so she doesn't start to think it was all just some terrible dream.
Reaching up, her fingers gently prod the tender but now healed shoulder, and after a moment she nods. ] Thank you for your help, Jim.
[ Jim, not James. Because she needs to remember that distinction now. She's about to say something more when Joseph M'Benga appears at the bed with a hypo in one hand and an assortment of vials in the other. He looks as exhausted as she feels, but he'd made it out of their encounter with only a few scrapes and bruises himself, for which she is beyond grateful. At her questioning look at the vials, he gives a shake of his head. ]
No sedatives, just something for infection and some vitamin supplements. [ One by one, he administers each spray with near-tactical precision, and then he loads one last vial in and holds the hypo out to Jim. ] For pain, if she'll allow it. Make sure she eats something.
[ The chief medical officer is gone again before she can protest, turning his attention to yet another patient. She tries not to be irritated; she knows he means well, but there's still a slight bite to her words as she informs Jim ] I don't need that.
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The La'an of a year ago would have balked at the thought of letting go of her hold over her emotions. The La'an of today actually learned something from the hours of therapy and accepts that sometimes letting go of your own volition is the only way to ultimately maintain that control she values so much. If she doesn't choose the time, her mind will choose it for her when it finally reaches a breaking point, and that is something she can't afford.
There are no other visible injuries, everything hidden still beneath layers of clothing, but there's nothing even remotely life-threatening. And some part of her needs for those little reminders to stay so she doesn't start to think it was all just some terrible dream.
Reaching up, her fingers gently prod the tender but now healed shoulder, and after a moment she nods. ] Thank you for your help, Jim.
[ Jim, not James. Because she needs to remember that distinction now. She's about to say something more when Joseph M'Benga appears at the bed with a hypo in one hand and an assortment of vials in the other. He looks as exhausted as she feels, but he'd made it out of their encounter with only a few scrapes and bruises himself, for which she is beyond grateful. At her questioning look at the vials, he gives a shake of his head. ]
No sedatives, just something for infection and some vitamin supplements. [ One by one, he administers each spray with near-tactical precision, and then he loads one last vial in and holds the hypo out to Jim. ] For pain, if she'll allow it. Make sure she eats something.
[ The chief medical officer is gone again before she can protest, turning his attention to yet another patient. She tries not to be irritated; she knows he means well, but there's still a slight bite to her words as she informs Jim ] I don't need that.