From: Jamie LeBlanc (plainsimplegarak_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sat May 03 2008 - 00:08:35 PDT
“The Old and the Stubborn” (Continuing “The Young and
the Restless”)
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Location: GS2
Stardate: 2.80503.0306
Scene: Hallways
Time Index: Since I have no clue how this timeline
really goes, we’ll say this is slightly after the
first power outage and Zel’s release.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Watching Anthony Giles and Zel Rohan walk down
the hallway was like watching Mutt and Jeff after a
Vodka binge. The Cardassian shop keep was weaving
haphazardly down the corridors, trying desperately to
figure out where on this damned station they had
hidden his quarters, with the taller human steering
him stubbornly in a direction he didn’t want to go.
“This way, Zel…” Giles murmured, tugging on the
smaller man’s shoulder.
He shook his head and pointed down the corridor
with the hand that wasn’t bloodied. “No, I’m pretty
sure my quarters are somewhere that-away.”
“Yes, I know. But we’re not going to anyone’s
quarters.”
“We’re not?” Rohan turned, his green eyes wide
with confusion. “Where are we going.”
Anthony turned around, mustering up the most
patient, rational expression he could wear. “Sickbay,
Zel. We’re going to sickbay.”
Zel stopped walking in the middle of the
corridor, making Anthony come to a jarring halt a half
a second later. His head felt swimmy from a
combination of over exhaustion, and Moorit’s graceless
decision to beat it into the floor a few times when
last they met. Being forced to stare down two
interrogators hadn’t helped. Finally the adrenaline
had cleared from his system and left him feeling both
foggy and vulnerable. “I don’t wanna go to sickbay…”
he protested softly.
Mr. Giles folded his arms across his chest.
“Hold up your hands.”
The Bajoran sighed a bit and did as he was told,
displaying a rather sorry looking burned palm on the
left side and the right hand, which was half bandaged
and mostly soaked through with blood. The human bit
his lip before speaking, “Zel… you still have chunks
of glass in your hand.”
“I tried getting the glass out…” Zel murmured
with a wide-eyed innocence. “But then everything went
blurry and a I cut my thumb on a chunk of it.”
“Uh huh.” Anthony nearly dragged him 180 degrees
in the opposite direction. “And that is exactly why
we are going to sickbay.”
“Do we have to?” The little hybrid had a
plaintive, childlike tone to his voice.
The pet storeowner blinked in shock. “What do
you mean ‘do we have to?’ I would think you would be
racing to get there, Zel.”
“Voodoo, Black Magic…” Zel grumbled back, as his
expression turned hazy again.
“Whatever it is, it works. You’ll go, even if I
have to carry you there.” Anthony’s voice had taken on
the same dry tone it did when he was telling Randy to
do something common sense should have already told him
to do.
The younger man gave a small sigh. “Allright,
you don’t have to carry me…”
And so Jeff led Mutt the rest of the way down the
halls to sickbay…
~*~*~*~*~
Scene: Sickbay
With Grace Poe on enforced time off, and Daisy
having decided that she had enough ‘Cade time’ for one
evening, the good Doctor Foster had decided that with
the atmosphere on the promenade decidedly tense (and
the fact that he hadn’t yet figured out who on this
new crew would be the best to irritate with the least
chance of getting thrown into the brig) he had decided
to establish a place for himself in the GS2 sickbay.
And yet, so far, the evening had been boring. A
constant run of minor injuries from the altercations
on the promenade meant a whole lot of drama with very
little actual medical mystery – or damage. So when
the tall, dapper civilian walked in half dragging a
smaller unkempt civilian, Cade’s first reaction was to
dismiss them as yet more rabble with a greater whining
problem than any actual injury.
That was before he heard the protest of one of
the orderlies, the yelped “no!” and the crash of an
entire cart full of supplies.
Popping his grizzled head up from a lewd
magazine, his graying brows narrowed to take in the
scene. The orderly, a very young Tarkalian male was
standing, hypospray in hand and a shocked expression
on his face, while the smaller of the two civilians
held up a medical tray like a shield, wavering on
unsteady legs. Cade’s expression fell to a flattened
stare of repressed amusement as he walked out. “OK,
what the hell is going on here?!”
The orderly looked up, blinking. “This patient,
sir… he won’t calm down.”
Zel held up a hand, wagging a finger at the
orderly, still holding the tray as a shield. “I said
no drugs! No!”
“What the hell?” Cade demanded, walking closer,
trying to figure out if he should yell at the orderly
or if the weird hybrid was simply irrational. “What
is in that hypospray?”
“Basic Droxazine painkillers, sir.” The orderly
murmured, still shocked.
“I’m fine, I don’t need it.” Zel growled,
backpedaling woozily.
Cade blinked a little. “Well that’s a new one.”
He stared the Bajoran hybrid down for a few seconds,
making a quick mental diagnosis. Obviously a
concussion, and he was betting some kind of electrical
shock, with the odd burns he could see. And the
rather strange handful of glass made Cade wonder what
the hell really had gone on. “For hours everyone and
their dog has been whining over nothing and the first
person who’s actually got something wrong wants to
fend the doctors off with a tray. Lovely.” He
muttered to himself before turning to the civilian.
He figured he would see if a simple command would
work, first. “Sit down, kid.”
Zel turned, staring at the graying doctor. “No.”
he replied stubbornly.
Shaking his head, Doctor Foster grumbled. “Well,
I would suggest sitting down before you fall down.”
“Zel… you should listen to him…” the voice of
reason in the form of the pet storeowner murmured.
Rohan furrowed his brow ridges and stared at the
surroundings, finding himself thoroughly outnumbered.
Slowly he backed himself up to a bed and leaned
against it, watching Cade with wide green eyes.
Dr. Foster let his expression settle into a flat
gaze, pondering exactly how much trouble he would get
into if he jumped over the biobed, rushed the little
civilian and forcibly tranquilized him. He was
certainly both small enough and woozy enough to not
put up much of a fight. “And how about dropping the
tray while you’re at it?”
“No.” came the equally stubborn response.
“Why? Do you really think it will save you?”
Cade said in a mocking tone.
Zel stared at him back through hazy eyes. “No,
but if anyone comes close with a hypospray again I’ll
hit them with it.”
The older physician sighed a bit to himself,
shaking his head before staring the smaller man down.
“Kid… hit me with that tray, and I’ll sedate you so
fast you won’t know what hit you.”
Giles chuckled a bit, watching the two stare one
another down.
~*~*~*~*~*~
NRPG: So, Kim, you said you wanted to harass, and I
had mentioned giving Cade something to chew on. Well,
here ya go. Tag if you wish!
Very short and rather self indulgent, I do confess.
But I figured I’d post something now and work on
something more epic later since my work schedule for
tomorrow stinks.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jamie LeBlanc
Civillian Zel Rohan
One Stubborn Patient
GS2
"Why do we fly? Because we have dreamt of it for so long that we must"
~Julian Beck
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