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ten_fwd2015-09-12 08:05 pm
neverlosemyfocus) wrote in ten_fwd2015-09-12 08:05 pm
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Made me promise I'd try to find my way back in this life
[sickbay - locked to Simon Tam!]
“For star’s sake, Obi-Wan, I’m dying. Do you have to interrupt me now?” There was something like humour in her voice, but it was a pale and reedy thing. She was dying. And he would have to watch her go.Siri took a ragged, gasping breath of air, her back arching as her eyes flew open. Something had changed. Even dying as she was, she knew that something had changed. This wasn’t Azure. This wasn’t the wreckage of Magus’ ship. “Obi-Wan,” she rasped, blue eyes searching the room. She struggled to push herself up, to try and figure out what had happened, where she was. But she was too weak, her injuries too great.
“You’re not dying.”
Something occurred to her then, the sentimental idea of a dying woman, and she struggled to get into a pouch on her utility belt. Her fingers plucked uselessly at it, and fear, for the first time, stabbed through her. “I can’t... Get it for me.”
It took him a moment to realise what she was talking about, but he slipped her warming crystal, the one that Talesan had returned to her, and pressed it into her hand. A faint smile appeared briefly on her face.
“No... yours.” She turned her hand, letting the crystal fall into his palm. It carried memories of things they hadn’t spoken about in years, but it was the only thing she had. “Now I will never leave you.”
“You will never leave me,” he echoed.
It took all she had, but Siri reached up, brushing fingertips gently against Obi-Wan’s cheek, before her hand fell. “Don’t worry so much,” she told him softly. She knew him better, knew he would anyway, but she had to try. She had so little time. I don’t want to leave you. She could admit that here, now, at the end. So much wasted time. As her eyes started to flutter closed there was a flash of brilliant white light...
No matter what had happened, where she was, what that flash of light had been... it didn’t change the fact that she was still dying. But it didn’t stop her from trying to ignore that, trying to ignore her injuries and the pain making it hard to breathe, and struggling to stand, to push herself upright and move.
[sickbay; after not dying - OPEN]
Sitting up on the medical bed, Siri rubbed absently at her chest; there was nothing left of the injuries that had nearly killed her but a slight scar from the blaster bolt. Nothing. She wasn’t dead. She was no longer dying. And she was no longer in her galaxy. Siri hadn’t expected... THAT. There had been a blinding flash of white light... and now she was here. And here was about as far from becoming one with the Force as she could get. She was alive. But the Force felt so... subdued. So... distant. She shivered. It didn’t feel right.
It made sense, she supposed, given that she was no longer where she was supposed to be. No longer in the right galaxy.
But it was still there. The Force was still there. And that was what mattered. She wasn’t cut off from it, no matter how distant it felt. She would just have to... work with that. See if she could work at it, strengthen her connection to it.
She would need SOMEthing to do with her time. She was in a new galaxy, in an unfamiliar place, with no idea whether or not she’d be able to return home. "Force," Siri sighed, pushing blonde hair back off her face. Kriff, where did she even start?
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It seemed that Q mostly only brings those into Sickbay who immediately needed its care, so the flash of light was a warning, and one that Simon heeded. He'd been working on a PADD, reading a medical journal at a quiet period in his shift, when the flash of light made him set it down and snatch up a tricorder.
The young woman was slumped on the floor, moving as if she was trying to stand, but one glance at the very obvious wound on her chest was enough to tell him that wasn't a good idea.
(He was a trained trauma surgeon with Capital City's ER, Serenity, and a year on Enterprise behind him. He didn't need the tricorder to tell him that.)
"Don't. You're hurt," he said, moving over towards her. "It's all right. I'm a doctor."
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“Where am I?” she asked, voice ragged with pain and weariness. Force, she hurt, the numbness that had begun to settle over her had been burned away by her attempts to move, to stand. “Where’s Obi-Wan?”
okay so I am the latest and the worst, feel free to ignore but here it is anyway
The tricorder was telling him what he'd already guessed from her appearance; she was in critical need of medical assistance. He turned his head, calling for a nurse. She'd need surgery, and he'd need a protoplaser to fix the damage, according to what his tricorder was telling him.
His patient was still trying to talk, but she'd at least given up moving.
"Your friend isn't here."
He reached for her hand.
"I can help you, but I need to operate now. We need to get you into surgery."
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Obi-Wan isn’t here. She ignored how much the news hurt and focused on the rest of what he was telling her. She nodded. “All right. Do what you need to.” She couldn’t very well figure out what was kriffing going on if she was dead. Again. Still.
Force this was odd.
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"Nurse, can I get some help here?" he asked.
She also wasn't focusing on the details of, for example, how she'd wound up on a ship doubtless a long way from where she'd been before she appeared in the infirmary. He'd have been more than happy to answer her questions, of course, but they were best saved for a time when she wasn't about to bleed out on the infirmary floor.
"All right. We just need to get you onto one of the biobeds, then I'll be able to operate." His lips turned up just a little at the corners; reassurance had never been a particular strength of Simon's as a doctor.
His skill, however, always was.
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His words earn him a pain little laugh. He reminded her a little of some of the healers in the Temple. Some of them had had the same gift of reassurance as Dr. Tam. “Help me up.” She was already starting to struggle to her feet; the injuries she’d suffered leading up to the fight with Magus and the shipwreck that followed were making it difficult, but she refused to let it stop her. “The sooner I’m up on the biobed the sooner we can get this kriffing over with.”
ooc: I hope this is okay!
Guinan doesn't usually do bedside calls, but patrons of her lounge don't usually show up for dinner in the condition Siri had.
She just had this feeling that the other woman might be in want of some hot chicken noodle soup. The doctors gave her the go-ahead, and so Guinan stands, smiling serenely and holding a covered cup of soup.
"The medicine here is advanced, but you're still going to need plenty of rest."
ooc: It's fabulous!
Jedi didn’t get much time for that sort of thing.
“Easier said than done,” she replied, giving her a crooked smile. “Although I don’t think I have much choice right now. I’m a long way from my galaxy.”
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There were more than a few people on this ship who had trouble with the idea of taking things easy. The captain foremost among them.
Guinan can be patient, though. She listens, and she guides, but she doesn't impose her thinking on others where she can help it.
"I sensed that might be the case. You've come a long way, and not just in miles."
That they're having this conversation right now is proof of that. She wonders how Q might be upsetting the order of things by bringing people here for medical care, but that's hardly the worst of his trespasses and the easiest at present to overlook.
"I thought you might be hungry. I hope there's chicken soup in your galaxy."
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She’s curious how her visitor managed to sense all that; even with as distant as the Force feels Siri can tell she’s not Force sensitive. But there is something... odd, about her.
It’s surprising... but she is hungry. At least a little. She smiles crookedly. “There’s probably something similar. And I’m sure it’s an improvement over rations.”
ooc: sorry for the delay!
"I've been to more places than I can count on both hands, and anything is an improvement over rations," she chuckles, feigning mild offense. "But hopefully this ranks on the higher end of taste."
She passes the bowl over along with a spoon and a silver cloth napkin, and folds her hands in her lap.
"Do you feel like telling me what happened to get you here?"
The way she poses the question should make Siri genuinely feel like she has every right to say no.
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She does, but she answers anyway. “I died,” is hers remarkably straightforward answer. “Or I was dying. Since I’m here and close to mostly being back in one piece, I suppose that doesn’t quite apply.” And that’s the confusing part. She’s dead, but she’s not. Even though she should be. This isn’t something that the Order ever covered.
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When they told him someone had asked for him in sickbay, he'd expected a doctor, not ... not her. Why would he have? The last time he'd seen her was a year ago, for him at least. After spending half their lives dancing around each other, she'd died in his arms.
Yet there she was. Siri Tachi.
Seeing her again shocked him numb, and left him standing still and speechless in the door to the sickbay. For once in his life, his usual eloquence was nowhere to be found in the strange swirl of emotion he couldn't even begin to untangle.
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And now she was here.
And now HE was here. The Force had an interesting sense of humour. She just... stared at him, the shock of seeing him evident on her face.
“Obi-Wan.”
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Hearing her, he found his voice. "Siri, I ..."
Perhaps not entirely. After all, what could he possibly say in this situation? She'd come back from the dead, anything he said wouldn't have nearly the gravity that warrants. So, he decided on the truth.
His shoulders sagged slightly as he let out a long exhale. He smiled a warm, soft smile.
"I'm glad to see you."
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His smile made something release in her chest, eased some of the tension that had been there since she’d appeared in the sickbay, and she answered it with a warm, crooked smile that was more than a little bit... fond. “I’m glad to see you, too.”
She slid off the medical bed, her bare feet all but silent against the floor. But Guinan was right; she needed to take it easy, needed to rest.
Even if she would rather not. And would probably do less of it than she needed to.She still hurt, still ached from her injuries, with a bone-deep exhaustion that was more intense than she’d felt in a long time, and she caught herself on the bed before she went and fell on her face or something equally graceful.no subject
When she stumbled, he started across the floor of the medbay, slowing down when it became obvious she wasn't going to fall. It didn't stop him from putting an arm on hers to support her.
"Are you alright?" The concern on his face was plain to see. She's going to have to forgive him for worrying over her like a mother hen considering the circumstances.
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His hand was warm on her arm, and she reached up to cover it with her own. “I will be.” It was as close an admission as he would get to the fact that she... was both in better shape than she would have been on Azure, and still less all right than she wanted to admit to.
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"Then you should rest," he gave her arm a gentle squeeze. "You've had quite the day." His smile was tired. Seeing her, even alive and well dredged up the memories of Azure as though they'd only happened yesterday.
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She certainly WASN’T rested.But her answer remained the same.
The tiredness of his smile hurt, and the memory of dying in his arms was already sharp enough to cut, and she suspected that the same was true for him at the moment, even though time had moved on for him. Without her. She curled her fingers around the hand on her arm and squeezed, gently.