Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-10-19 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 10, jaime davies, malcolm reynolds, simon tam |
RP: Dying
Characters: Jaime, Simon, Mal
Time/Date: Evening, October 19
Location: old!island, infirmary
Warnings/Rating: Jaime's mouth?
Summary: Jaime's in pain
Status: Complete
"More."
Simon glanced over and he shook his head. "If I give you anymore, it'll kill you."
"I don't care."
"I care. And Mal cares. I also happen to care a little bit about what he'll do to me if I overdose you on painkillers and you die."
"I don't care."
Simon tried not to smile, because he could only imagine the pain she was in, and he did feel sympathy for that. "I'm maintaining my stance on caring," Simon said. "I can ... get you some ice to put on your head, but I think you're just going to have to sleep this one off."
Jaime snorted. "You just like me sleeping in here," she grumbled petulantly.
"Yes," Simon agreed solemnly. "I'm doing everything in my power to keep you a prisoner here. I missed you when you were gone."
"Sadist," she muttered as she pressed the heel of her hand against her closed eyelids. She'd tried to find an escape once, very early on, and it had knocked her on her ass. This was ... worse. So much worse. And it hadn't stopped since she'd found the armor. Walking was completely out of the question. Her balance was shot. Light felt like needles jabbing right into her brain. Moving made her head throb like a heavy-metal garage band was moshing in her skull.
Overall, she was having a great time. "Ice then," she muttered. "If it'll help."
"It'll numb things a little," he said. "Dull some of the throbbing probably."
Jaime whined.
Simon sucked in his cheeks and started out of the infirmary to go get some ice for Jaime.