Chase Stein (talkbacker) wrote in powersic, @ 2014-05-20 15:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | 17.03.2867, arsenic, brusier, talkback |
It's Just a Flesh Wound
Who: Arsenic (and Old Lace), Bruiser and Talkback
What: Waking up after the crash
When: Core Date 17.03.2867 - Wednesday morning
Where: Serenity X - Big House
Warning: Chase has a concussion. Which means he'll be worse than usual.
Everything fucking hurt. That was the first clear thought Chase had as he started coming around. He'd been drifting in and out of consciousness all night, usually only waking up when someone messed with one of his painful injuries or woke him up to make sure he wasn't dead. He was definitely not dead. If he were dead, he wouldn't be in so much pain.
With the realization he was in fact not dead, Chase had another thought. Gert and Molly were definitely going to kill him for this stunt. Not that it was the worst one he'd ever pulled, but considering he'd forcibly evacuated his wife from the crashing starship and then refused to bail out himself...yeah, he was in deep shit. Maybe dead wouldn't be so bad. There'd be a whole lot less yelling, glaring and guilt trips in heaven. Or hell. He was never sure exactly where he'd end up. It was a toss up, given the day of the week really.
Somehow they'd all gotten out, because as he opened his eyes, he could tell they were definitely not in the medbay on the 'Frog. He tried to sit up some, but his head vetoed that by making the room spin like he was turning cookies in zero-g. "Ow," he moaned out, reaching up with his good hand to press it to his bandaged head. Ugh, he hated concussions. They were the worst.
"Is everybody okay?" he asked, even if he couldn't focus on anybody's faces quite well enough to know who he was talking to. Gert and Molly wouldn't go far and Old Lace was probably playing watch dinosaur nearby. Yeah, he was about to get read the riot act. But he had to know if Molly and the crew of the Soulsword made it okay. Then they could yell at him for nearly getting himself killed. Yeah.