Post by Lt. Commander Travis Rousseau on Dec 17, 2009 18:12:45 GMT -8
Travis came out of the bath with one towel draped over his head and another around his waist. He dabbed at his wet hair and then let the towel hang over one shoulder. Glancing around to find his wife, he threw Lizzie a weak smile before disappearing into their bedroom to get dressed.
Every bruise and cut littering his body was now swollen and visibly red against his pale skin so that he looked like he'd just been in a fight. He could still move fairly easily, but come tomorrow he wasn't sure just how limber he would be. Already his muscles ached and his bones popped uncomfortably. He felt like he had aged 10 years in the matter of hours.
He took a seat on the side of the bed and took up his PADD. Like he figured his medical staff had bombarded him with messages, all of which said that he should return to sickbay. He would when things got hectic again, but first he would tend to the matters at hand.
Travis dressed in loose gray sweat pants and a wife beater. He put on black slippers and returned to the sitting area.
"You'd think I was the only doctor on this ship who was capable of performing medicine. I swear sickbay will crumble one day if Commander Sutherland and I aren't there to babysit." He popped back into the bathroom and grabbed a few medical supplies to tend to his larger cuts.
He returned and took a seat on the sofa, kicking his legs up on the table to get more comfortable.
Hypospray in hand he tried to find a spot that wasn't sore to give himself a shot of antibacterial. He was pretty banged up, so he had to suck it up and give it in on a spot in his upper arm that was slightly swollen. That should keep any infection at bay for a while.
"Do you need anything? I'm feeling unusually giving at the moment," he said grinning widely at his adorable wife.
Tag: Lizzie, open
Every bruise and cut littering his body was now swollen and visibly red against his pale skin so that he looked like he'd just been in a fight. He could still move fairly easily, but come tomorrow he wasn't sure just how limber he would be. Already his muscles ached and his bones popped uncomfortably. He felt like he had aged 10 years in the matter of hours.
He took a seat on the side of the bed and took up his PADD. Like he figured his medical staff had bombarded him with messages, all of which said that he should return to sickbay. He would when things got hectic again, but first he would tend to the matters at hand.
Travis dressed in loose gray sweat pants and a wife beater. He put on black slippers and returned to the sitting area.
"You'd think I was the only doctor on this ship who was capable of performing medicine. I swear sickbay will crumble one day if Commander Sutherland and I aren't there to babysit." He popped back into the bathroom and grabbed a few medical supplies to tend to his larger cuts.
He returned and took a seat on the sofa, kicking his legs up on the table to get more comfortable.
Hypospray in hand he tried to find a spot that wasn't sore to give himself a shot of antibacterial. He was pretty banged up, so he had to suck it up and give it in on a spot in his upper arm that was slightly swollen. That should keep any infection at bay for a while.
"Do you need anything? I'm feeling unusually giving at the moment," he said grinning widely at his adorable wife.
Tag: Lizzie, open