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Who: Canis, Orion
Where: Orion dorms
When: Day 127, afternoon
What: Blue doctor is helping Kirk get back to his team once he's confident Kirk won't die from being nommed on by a cannibal.

...and you have to remember to drink a lot of fluids to replace the blood. Are you even listening to me, Jim?

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R-Right! Inside! Do you—should I help carry him? Do you have him? [fidgeting in place, torn on holding the door open or going to help]

[tired smile]

I made it this far, miss. For now, getting the door and showing me where we can put him will do.

[holds door!! and points at the nearest bedroom with an open door. it happens to be hers but THAT IS NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW 8(]

You can put him in there.

Thank you.

[shuffling him in!]

[collapsing on the bed as soon as they get there]

[ahhhh following them in ;;]

What should I . . . ? Did you stop the bleeding thoroughly enough?

[explaining what he's done and what he wants to be done to take care of Kirk as he props the captain's legs up]

[most attentive listener! These instructions are all getting committed to memory]

[hooray for getting proper bloodflow back to his head again]

Carly?

[SUPER FOCUSING ON HIS FACE and not the. lack of arm]

Jim! Are you . . . How do you feel right now? Not your arm, but the rest of you. Does anything feel strange?

Could use a drink.

I'll get one!

[disappears into the kitchen briefly, coming back with a partly filled glass of water]

[tries to sit up! ... this is not going well. he keeps trying to use the arm that isn't there.]

The hell ...

Don't . . . You shouldn't try to move. You need to be careful.

[coming to kneel by the bed, holding the glass up for him] Here, I'll hold it for you.

[nods and lies back down again. managing to drink some of the water too.]

Thanks.

[sets the glass down once he's gotten his drink, glancing quickly at the . . . spot where his arm would NORMALLY be |( Her expression is preeeetty tense and pale]

Do you . . . Do you remember what happened?

[looks a little better for the water. pauses as he tries to concentrate.]

... he was taking a memory. Said it might be bad. I said I could handle it.

. . . Who was?

Lightning.

Is he what did this?

Must've. Trickster picked out a bad fucking memory.

[half-closes his eyes]

A very bad one.

. . . You should rest if you're tired. We'll take care of you.

M'okay. Bones already slapped me out of a nap.

[still, closing his eyes]

I'll stay and listen. If you start to slip too far, I'll wake you up.