Kyle [ Kyle XY ] (not_an_alien) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-21 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, faith lehane, jaime davies, kyle trager, malcolm reynolds, parker, river tam, simon tam |
RP: I want to help
Characters: Kyle, Simon, Jaime, Parker, River, Mal, Faith
Time/Date: evening/night August 21
Location: Infirmary
Warnings/Rating: none?
Summary: Kyle wants to feel useful
Status: Complete
Kyle wanted to be useful, he just didn't know how. He wasn't a leader, he felt like he was in the way when people were cleaning up, he wasn't very good at trying to comfort people - the services for the fallen had mostly confused him. He didn't know what to do, or what he would be good at. He wandered through the lobby, gazing at some of the broken out windows, the boards torn loose, the glass scattered on the floor. He couldn't clean that up, but he was sure someone would eventually.
The lobby med area wasn't as busy as it had been last night and even early this morning, but maybe he could help with the people who didn't need immediate care.
He wandered to the second floor and peeked into the only open infirmary room. What had happened to the other one, he wasn't sure, but it was closed up now, and he wondered if there'd been things in the room, or if it had been cleaned out. When? Today? How? Sometimes, Kyle wondered how they did the things they did here. His mind flicked along different tangents and he let his thoughts play around in the back of his mind as he stepped into the one room.
Blue-green eyes rested first on Jaime, who was curled up in a chair next to a bed, holding onto Mal's hand. He watched her for a moment as her blue eyes focused on the older man, but she didn't seem to notice him here. He looked instead to the doctor who was busy sorting something on the desk. "I want to help," he said softly.
Simon half turned, enough to glance over his shoulder. He parted his lips, but he didn't even know what to say just then. There wasn't really much to do right now. The worst of the injuries had been tended to, and it was just ... recovery for the most part right now. Simon looked around and gestured to Jaime. "See if you can get her upstairs to bed," he suggested.
"He can't," Jaime informed Simon, her jaw setting stubbornly. "I'll go to sleep when Mal wakes up." The odds, actually, were pretty decent she'd beat a retreat once Mal did wake up, to save herself from the mortifying knowledge that he'd know she'd been here, waiting for him to wake up.
"I can't," Kyle dutifully reported to Simon.
Simon was tired, and Simon was edgy, and Simon wanted to both take care of his patients and to take care of his sister, and doing both was proving to be an impossibility, as evidenced by the fact he had no idea where River was just then. "Then ..." He spied a pile of laundered towels, and he gestured. "See if you can ... fold those up." If the boy really wanted to help ...
Kyle smiled as he started over to the pile of laundry to start folding it, happy to be able to do something, even if it was menial and simply busywork.