d-day + 52 ✯ video

[withtheoldbreed]

[It's relatively early in the morning when Sledge clicks on his video feed, and he looks tired, maybe even exhausted. It's also obvious he's not in his own cabin - the room behind him looks more like a shack, and although it might not be as clear, he's sitting on the floor, half leaning against the legs of a cot. One of Snafu's arms is visible, hanging limply off the side of the cot like he's just asleep.]

... Snafu's in a coma. [The word sits uncomfortably in his mouth, and it kind of shows in his face. He's read about barge comas obviously, thanks to Chromie's welcome packet, but it's one thing to read about it, another to try shaking your buddy awake and not be able to, no matter how hard you try.

He takes a breath and steels himself, trying to push it back and get what needs to get done, done.

(Except his eyes still look pretty dead, but that's not really anything new.)]

I'm gonna need a hand getting him to the infirmary.

[Private to Kieren]

I thought it'd be better than just leavin' him here. [It's what the pamphlet suggested, anyway, and he sort of feels more comfortable leaving his friend with people who can monitor him and make sure he doesn't get worse (if that's even possible?), but he still sounds uncertain. Like maybe this - making decisions about his friend's well being - is overstepping.

Which is weird to think about someone you've pretty much been physically stuck with for over a month, but here we are.]

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[punched_hitler]

It's starting to feel like it's going around. [Geez.

Also, you don't look so good. But he figures you know that, and pointing it out is... well, pointless.] He'll come out of it. Even if it takes a while.

I can give you a hand, if you still need it.

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[changeit]

[He sat up straighter at the announcement, and looks oddly rigid, now, as though he's forgotten to move his limbs the way people expect them to move. He wasn't expecting this, somehow; even though he's heard all about comas, he didn't expect them to happen to his inmate.]

Yeah. Yeah, of course, it's better.

I'll be right over, right, don't move.

[leavetreadmarks]

[The name doesn't really give her pause, though she doesn't know either Gene or the man in question. It's that word again, and the air of defeat around this guy, that spurs Letty into replying.]

What's all this about comas? What's going on? Are you two alright?

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[thelastbullet]

I'm guessing you've made it to the infirmary by now.

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[irishrotter]

What's he like? Snafu.

[He's been meaning to ask. Really, he's been meaning to check up on the man in person, but obviously that won't do much good now. He's heard a bit from Kieren, and he knows -- now, if he didn't before -- that Gene is his friend, but not much else. He needs to know who it is Kieren's gotten himself wrapped up with; how good or bad it could potentially be.

Belatedly, he realizes this might not necessarily be the best time to get what he wants.]

If you don't mind my asking.

[maytakecenturies]

[T'Pol is used to being surrounded with eyes that shine with ambition and eyes that practically absorb light from their surroundings, they're so bleak. She's not concerned with his appearance at all.

Instead, she turns it to her own needs, as she often does.]

A coma. You don't seem concerned for your friend.

[Which is the weirdest sentence she has ever tried to say without sarcasm, for the record.]

[Spam]

[semifreakingnormal]

[He makes sure that Snaf's already in the infirmary, then just slips out to find Gene. It's not like he really expects him to stray from his friend's side.]

Hey.