Post by Simon Tam on Apr 11, 2008 11:54:10 GMT -5
“Why is it always me that ends up getting hurt?” Simon moaned as he walked through the cargo bay, already warm from the hot air of the planet outside, towards the infirmary, rubbing his head as he went. It did always seem to be the case; wherever they went, it was almost inevitable that he would end up with some cut or bruise of one kind or another, generally through no fault of his own. However, he supposed that he was lucky that it simply was a bruise, and not a bullet hole; he’d saved the life of more than one person who’d been shot, but he wasn’t sure that he could do it for himself again; once was enough, and at least that had only been in the leg. Still, he’d much prefer these visits to other planets if they didn’t always end up with him needing to find something cool to put on his face to stop the swelling. Aside from that, he liked seeing all these places; most of them he had only read about before, and his parents certainly wouldn’t have allowed him or River out onto the Border like this, so it was an adventure. Perhaps he didn’t seem like the adventurous sort, but everyone had some taste for it, even if it was hidden away for most of their lives. Simon had only found his recently, after all, and now he couldn’t imagine not always being on the move. There were so many places to see, who’d want to be stuck on the same planet their whole lives?
However, the only place Simon wanted to be now was the infirmary; his head was throbbing and he knew that he was almost guaranteed some peace and quiet there. Whatever conversations were going on around the ship, people only came to the infirmary if they needed his help or were actively seeking him for something. And considering that there was probably some kind of stolen good to load into the ship now, he doubted that he would be disturbed for the time being, unless it was by River or one of the new passengers. At least he could say that this time, it hadn’t really been anyone’s fault that he’d been hurt. He’d just been tripped over by…well, he wasn’t sure who by. It wasn’t one of the crew, at any rate. Someone’s foot had come into his path and he’d not seen it, and he’d managed to bang his head against a rock. And it had hurt.
Rather more than he’d let on, but now he could do something about it. Squinting at the bright, white light of the infirmary, Simon proceeded to find a cold compress before sitting on the table; no-one else was using it, after all. There was something about the infirmary he liked, not counting the fact that he was a doctor and this was his closest link to any kind of hospital or medical facility – he did miss being in a hospital and around other doctors, although it wasn’t something that he was going to dwell on for a particularly long time, and not while he had such a headache. No, what he liked about the infirmary, in comparison to the rest of the ship at least, was that it was clean and organised. It was bright, there was no doubting that, but he always made sure that it was clean too, as there was nothing worse than treating someone’s wound with a dirty instrument and spreading infection, which ultimately could be worse than the wound itself. However, what he liked best about this room was the fact that it was organised; while the rest of the ship had the feeling that someone had just come along and dumped furniture in it, and decorated at some point later so that nothing matched, here everything that its place, and in fact, Simon became rather annoyed if anyone messed that up.
Feeling his head gingerly, Simon decided that there wasn’t much chance of his head swelling to the size of a moon, so he got up and began to put some of the things he had left out to dry earlier back where they belonged. It was only as he turned around to pick up his med kit so that he could make sure that it was stocked with everything he might potentially need it to have that he saw someone outside the infirmary, although they were standing in shadow and he couldn’t see who it was. “Hello?” he said, putting down what he was holding and walking to the door, needing to let his eyes adjust, as it was so much darker outside the room than inside. “Do you need anything?”
However, the only place Simon wanted to be now was the infirmary; his head was throbbing and he knew that he was almost guaranteed some peace and quiet there. Whatever conversations were going on around the ship, people only came to the infirmary if they needed his help or were actively seeking him for something. And considering that there was probably some kind of stolen good to load into the ship now, he doubted that he would be disturbed for the time being, unless it was by River or one of the new passengers. At least he could say that this time, it hadn’t really been anyone’s fault that he’d been hurt. He’d just been tripped over by…well, he wasn’t sure who by. It wasn’t one of the crew, at any rate. Someone’s foot had come into his path and he’d not seen it, and he’d managed to bang his head against a rock. And it had hurt.
Rather more than he’d let on, but now he could do something about it. Squinting at the bright, white light of the infirmary, Simon proceeded to find a cold compress before sitting on the table; no-one else was using it, after all. There was something about the infirmary he liked, not counting the fact that he was a doctor and this was his closest link to any kind of hospital or medical facility – he did miss being in a hospital and around other doctors, although it wasn’t something that he was going to dwell on for a particularly long time, and not while he had such a headache. No, what he liked about the infirmary, in comparison to the rest of the ship at least, was that it was clean and organised. It was bright, there was no doubting that, but he always made sure that it was clean too, as there was nothing worse than treating someone’s wound with a dirty instrument and spreading infection, which ultimately could be worse than the wound itself. However, what he liked best about this room was the fact that it was organised; while the rest of the ship had the feeling that someone had just come along and dumped furniture in it, and decorated at some point later so that nothing matched, here everything that its place, and in fact, Simon became rather annoyed if anyone messed that up.
Feeling his head gingerly, Simon decided that there wasn’t much chance of his head swelling to the size of a moon, so he got up and began to put some of the things he had left out to dry earlier back where they belonged. It was only as he turned around to pick up his med kit so that he could make sure that it was stocked with everything he might potentially need it to have that he saw someone outside the infirmary, although they were standing in shadow and he couldn’t see who it was. “Hello?” he said, putting down what he was holding and walking to the door, needing to let his eyes adjust, as it was so much darker outside the room than inside. “Do you need anything?”
