Sagramore (sagramore) wrote in refried_scenes, @ 2012-05-30 22:03:00 |
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Current mood: | moody |
Entry tags: | elaine/sagramore |
and i am not the doctor
The wound is coming along nicely. Sagramore has done most of the care on it himself, though he also tends to ask Elaine to watch him and take note of what he does and how it's treated -- "On the chance something happens at some point," he says. "It's better to know how to do it now."
He seems by turns happy and wistful, cheerful and sad, and it's hard to guess what mood he'll be in from day to day, though he's always kind to her. This week has been largely less than positive; he spends a great deal of time in the control room, looking at the displays full of stars, and would have missed a few meals if she didn't bring him food. He's been making an effort to drink less, though. At least there's that.
It's evening when he wanders into the galley after coffee, looking tired, the lines on his face more pronounced than usual.