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Kyle [ Kyle XY ] (not_an_alien) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-08-21 23:12:00

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.

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shinytomato
2010-08-22 07:50 pm UTC (link)

"Had to do something, had to be useful somehow." Parker almost hissed but the rib changed her mind. "But if it helps I'm already hearing the lectures my own team would be giving right about now. Otherwise you basically nailed it." since in spite of things her sense of humor was still somewhat intact.

"Otherwise I'll just get out of the way, there's bigger problems than me." she reached for her device and hopefully her stun gun as she spoke. The thief in her hand taken over and all she wanted was to be able to lick her wounds alone and on her own terms. But at the same time she realized something: she needed something like the team was and it showed.

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can_swear
2010-08-22 08:23 pm UTC (link)

It took a fair deal of self restraint not to point out that if she'd gotten killed, how would that have been useful. Still, he was new here. He didn't know her. Maybe this was simply how she operated. She at least acknowledged that people would have been lecturing her.

Since she was awake and he didn't think she was suffering from anything a sound sleep and good food wouldn't cure, he moved over to slip the IV out of her arm, taping the cotton ball over the puncture wound. "If you feel dizzy, or nauseated, or if you think you need any other medical assistance, don't hesitate to come find me, or put out a notice on the network."

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shinytomato
2010-08-22 09:56 pm UTC (link)

"Fair enough." Parker's statement was simple yet honest. She then slipped her stun gun into her pocket and grabbed the device before heading out the door at a slower pace than normal. She whispered,"thanks." since it was the only valid thing she could think of saying but at the same time she was mentally hearing lectures from Nate and Eliot about what could have happened.

"Just let me get upstairs." she whispered under her breath. But she did promise herself a late kitchen raid once she got a few more hours of sleep under her.

Once she got upstairs and into her room Parker crashed onto the bed, fully dressed but at the moment she was so burned out it made more sense to just crash.

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