dark_ages | landing party ( for thecanarylives )

[ McCoy practically makes a beeline for the cave as soon as she points it out, drawing his phaser halfway there and readying it to aim, even with the bag on his back and the med kit strapped to his side. She doesn't look all that great and he doesn't think she'll be able to deal with whatever might come running out of that cave.

Luckily, the biggest thing to rush out is a fairly large rodent, though it looks more scared than confrontational. It scurries off and disappears into the woods, and the cave is small enough that a quick look around reveals that it's otherwise empty.

It'll do. For a couple days if need be-- in the meantime, hopefully the crew's working on coming down here and saving their asses. ]

Alright. Let's have a look at your injuries.

[ He sets down the med kit and lets the bag slide off his shoulders, already pulling out the blanket and stretching it out across the floor. ]

Have a seat.

[ Sara manages to hold her fire at the flinch of movement, watching the large, rat-like creature scurry away. Thankfully, there's no nest inside to be seen, so it's unlikely it or any of its friends will return knowing it's now occupied by something larger.

She ducks her head and follows McCoy inside, scanning the area carefully - as carefully as she can, considering the dizziness is only getting worse.

She claims a seat on the blanket he lays out, setting her bags down and groping around for the water bottle. Her skin is pale and clammy, and when he inspects her further he'll very quickly find out why. There's a large gash running from the top of her shoulder blade down towards her side, the blood thick and soaked through her uniform. ]

Your med kit comes with a bottle of whiskey, right?

[ Kneeling next to her, he just shoots her a look at that, taking her bottle away. ]

No. And don't drink water yet, let me do a scan first. Drinkin' water may do more harm than good.

[ He'll just have to figure out how to hydrate her if he can't heal whatever is wrong with her. For now he grabs his tricorder to get some readings, more or less satisfied with what he gets, all things considered. Before he goes for the diagnostic wrap, he first shifts closer so he can look her over, feeling first along her nape, tracing the spine over her clothes. ]

I'm gonna need to get your shirt off. Think we can get it off or should I cut it?

[ It's all said very bluntly and practically, he's definitely not playing here. She doesn't look too gravely wounded, but he won't risk it, not when they might be stuck here for a while. ]

[ Her lips pull into a pout when he takes her bottle, mouth already dry and getting dryer knowing she can't have it. ]

Fine. Not like I'm suffering blood loss or just hiked through a forest or anything.

[ She stays still as he scans her, skin still clammy with cold sweat as his fingertips skin her bones. ]

Just cut it. S'ruined anyway.

[ Her voice is tight, irritated at her current state. She's not much use as a bodyguard concussed and with a gaping hole in her shoulder. She helps him peel the fabric of her shirt away from her skin, leaving it in a pile on the floor. ]

You hurt at all?

Exactly. Trust me, this is for the best. I'm the doctor here, I know what I'm doing.

[ She's pretty good as a patient right now, at least. She doesn't struggle or move, nor does she try to insist that she's fine and it's just a scratch. Jim would probably be fighting him and trying to get up at this point, so her attitude is very much appreciated. ]

I don't think so. A few scratches, and I think I hit my head, but it just hurts when I touch it. It's probably just a bump. I'll check it out after I'm done with you.

[ He's not going to risk dying from internal bleeding, obviously, but she's in a worse state than he is, anyway. With her shredded shirt out of the way, it's easier for him to take in the damage, and after a visual examination puts some of his worries to rest, he reaches for the diagnostic wrap, pulling it open and slowly moving it over her from head to toe. It's quick to bring out areas of greater damage, which he promptly reads out to her. ]

Dislocated shoulder, mild concussion... the injuries you're bleeding from aren't too severe. You have a cracked rib but it's nothing too serious, you just have to make sure not to move too much. No internal bleeding, either.

[ He puts the wrap away, going through the rest of his tools and supplies. ]

You'll be right as rain as soon as I get you to sickbay, but for now let's stop that bleeding and patch you up. You'll need to eat something too, and drink just a bit of water. Sound good?

You're a doctor?

[ She shoots him a wry, if not tired smile, reaching her good arm out to prop herself up as he does whatever tests he needs to do. Through her muddled vision, she watches him move, just to make sure he's not unknowingly bleeding somewhere he should know about. Seems like her side of the ship took the brunt of the damage, which is fine by her. ]

Dammit. Cracked ribs take forever to heal. [ She grumbles, nodding at the rest of his words and shifting so she can lean her back against the stone wall of the cave. Tugging her pack towards her, she rummages through for her communicator. ]

Everything's fried. Some kind of interference in the atmosphere. Which means it'll be hell trying to get a signal back to the ship.

[ He huffs a faint chuckle at that, procuring some bandages and antiseptic. The tools he has are fairly basic, and not enough to completely heal the damage she has-- they'll have to wait to be back on the Enterprise for that. So they'll have to make do with good, old-fashioned bandages. ]

Quit whinin'. Two sessions on the table and I'll get it healed for you.

[ But yeah until they make it to the ship, she'll have to bear it. He lets her fiddle with the comm device while he starts tending to the wound on her forehead, at least she's distracted and it's a chance they'll find a way back. But he doesn't hold his breath on that one. ]

They'll come for us. Jim's gonna find a way to get down here, or get the genius kid to work around the interference and beam us up. We just gotta make sure to sit still in the meantime. And stay alive, obviously.

What, you and your legendary hands can't heal me in one session?

[ She quirks a small, teasing smile at him. Truth is, she's used to handling injuries a hell of a lot worse than this one with little to nothing in the way of medical equipment. She barely flinches as he tends to her wounds, even with the sting of antiseptic and jostle of her ribs as she gives him room to work.

Wrinkling her nose at the dead comm link in her hands, she tosses it back into her bag. ]

That's what I'm afraid of. Captain decides to come down here, he'll end up crash landing just like we did. We should try and get to higher ground tomorrow. See if that helps any.

[ She rests her head back on the wall as he cleans the cut on her forehead, which is already swollen and bruised. ]

Sure you're not hoarding any liquor in that med pack?

You want it done fast, or well? I can try to give you both, but no promises.

[ And he'd much rather do two sessions and make sure no lingering damage was left behind, especially considering how physically active she is. Wouldn't do to risk her making it even worse by putting too much pressure on a not entirely healed bone. ]

He won't. He's not stupid. They'll know something's goin' on here, something that's affecting our communications. Let's just... wait. [ He nods. ] But yes, we can look for higher ground. Tomorrow. Once I've patched you up and healed what I can. Don't want you walkin' around before then, alright?

[ He keeps working all the while, checking each injury thoroughly before cleaning it up, wiping away excess blood and dirt and sweat, moving on to the next. He'll leave bandaging and binding for last. ]

Only alcohol I have is 96%, and you can't actually drink it. Sorry to disappoint you.

Just seems like you'd be such a good doctor that you could do both.

[ Goading him? Maybe a little. But it helps take her mind off the fact that this mission is going to be a hell of a lot more difficult with a sprained rib and a mild concussion. Still, at the very least, all they need to worry about for the immediate future is getting a good night's rest. ]

Yeah, yeah. I'll stay put, long as you do. [ She does pull a small holo-device from her pack, though. Scanning a copy of the rocky wall in front of them before projecting it to the mouth of the cave's entrance. It should keep anyone or anything wandering by away, at least for the night.

His touch is light and careful, even if the pain has subsided at least a bit now that she's able to rest. Reclaiming the water bottle, she takes a few slow sips, quirking a small smile. ]

Sounds like a challenge to me.

Incredible how you're halfway to passing out and still you're tryin' to goad me. Give it a rest, will you?

[ He huffs a snort, shaking his head as he treats her injuries carefully. Some of the tools with him allow him to stop the bleeding on her open wounds, and next he covers them with protective gauze, before wrapping her up with strong bandages. He has plenty to last them at least a week, in a worst case scenario. Hopefully it won't get any worse than that. ]

Don't confuse me with our dearest Captain, you bet your ass I'm not plannin' on going anywhere. I'm not some goddamn space cowboy gallivanting through the galaxy.

[ And he's absolutely not going anywhere without her, not unless he absolutely has to. For now, he finishes wrapping up her injuries, then he moves to cut off her dirty, bloodied undershirt, fetching a clean one from the survival kit. It's thicker and has longer sleeves, which will help with conserving her body heat. ]

Alright, this might hurt a little, but you have to put this one on. Let's go slow and make sure we don't make any of your injuries worse, alright? And no playin' hero-- if the pain's anywhere above a five in your scale, you tell me. Got it?

[ He knows she has a higher threshold for pain, so a five would be fairly serious in her case. He pushes the thick sweater down her head first, then he takes her uninjured arm first, calmly guiding it through the respective sleeve. ]

Goading? Me? [ She shoots him an innocent smile, thankful at least that she doesn't have to clean and dress the wounds herself. Attempting to patch herself up when the wound is in such an awkward position to reach would be annoying enough without a concussion swimming around in her head. ]

Hey now, you're the one who insisted on personally pulling samples from the surface, remember? Which, by the way, you should probably do at some point. I'm only crash landing on this planet for you once.

[ She cocks a brow at thick, over-sized sweater he offers her, narrowing her eyes at it and straightening to help him get it over her head. ]

And here I thought you just wanted to cut my shirt off for the view. [ She worms her way through the fabric, maneuvering her head through the opening, then her good arm through the sleeve. She doesn't wince or flinch even as she moves her wrapped arm through the other sleeve, flexing her shoulder just a bit to work out a bit of soreness there. ]

Yeah, I'll get to it later, don't worry. Samples or no samples, I won't force you to come down here a second time.

[ He sure as hell won't want to try again. But for now it's probably not a good idea to be leaving the relative safety of the cave, not until at least he's sure that there aren't any natives nearby. That means sitting still, no loud noises and nothing that may call attention to them, such as building a fire, for instance.

Luckily the sun is still up and it's not too cold yet. ]

Sorry, darlin'. But you're not much of a view when you're all banged up like this.

[ He tosses the playful jab at her with a crooked little smile. Not that he means to flirt, because it sounds like a terrible idea given their brief history, but it seems to keep her distracted, so. ]

There. Now-- we've got some more blankets in here. You should try not to fall asleep for the next few hours, just in case, but we should at least make you comfortable. [ He uses one of them to fashion her a makeshift pillow, setting it down on top of the blanket she's sitting on. ]

Nobody forced me, Doc. You think this is the worst mission I've been on playing bodyguard?

[ She quirks a small smile, thinking back to the many, many trainwreck away missions she and the Captain have already racked up. Many of which might've been just a little bit fudged in the final log.

She wrinkles her nose when he jabs at her, though, pulling a frown. ]

Only 'cause you stuck me in an old lady sweater. Jerk.

[ She chuckles, though, sucking in a slow breath to test the pressure of the wrap he's bound around her ribs. Not horribly uncomfortable, all things considered. She settles back against the wall again, waving a hand to dismiss the pillow. ]

I'm plenty comfortable, now will you clean your own scrapes up already? You're an eyesore, all dirty and bloody like that.

I'm your doctor. I know it isn't.

[ Unpleasant though it is to crash on a planet, he's treated her for much worse injuries after away missions, and Jim as well. So yeah, he is well aware of the crazy dangers she usually gets herself into during those missions. ]

Maybe old lady sweaters just do it for me, you don't know.

[ He dismisses the playful insult, shrugging. His eyes roll as she all but orders him to clean himself up, groaning and waving a hand at her. ]

Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' to it. Give it a rest.

[ Look at him, fetching gauze and antiseptic for himself, cleaning away the dirt and blood from the few scrapes and cuts he's gotten. Nothing he really needs to be worrying about, and he doesn't even bother with bandaging anything, grabbing his dermal regenerator to slowly fix the more superficial wounds that don't need any further treatment. ]

Right. Hey, whose patient file is longer, mine or the Captain's?

[ She grins. Sure, she'd been assigned to the Enterprise for less time, but that didn't mean she'd racked up less injuries since she'd joined up.

Cocking a brow at him, she chuckles and lets her head rest back against the stone wall. ]

S'that why you broke it off, Doc? I don't own enough grandma sweaters?

[ Her eyes droop a little and she wills herself to shake off the drowsiness, sitting up and casting her gaze around the dimly lit cave. Eventually, her eyes focus on him, a frowning tugging at her lips as the blurry, doubled vision gives him a strange, slow motion kind of effect.

Well, if there's no alcohol available, at least the concussion is entertainment enough for the time being. ]

Jim's, definitely Jim's. Although yours gives his a run for its money.

[ Not that it's a competition or anything. Although at the rate they both get themselves into trouble, he does wonder if they realize that. Sure is a good source of headaches for the doctor.

He freezes a little at her next words, eyes flickering to her, only to see the way she struggles to keep her eyes open. He sets the regenerator aside, moving over to her side, bringing the kit closer so he can scan her head again, more thoroughly this time. ]

Hey, Sara. Talk to me, come on. Don't you pass out on me, alright?

Damn. Thought for sure I had him.

[ Her voice is a low murmur, a light, if not drowsy smile on her lips that falters as her eyes droop again.

Flinching a little when he draws closer, she furrows her brow and waves a hand to swat his scanner away, nose wrinkling. ]

M'fine. Quit- [ She shifts to lean her good shoulder against the wall, eyelids fluttering as she musters enough energy to focus on his features. ]

Just a little tired.

[ He can't find nothing on his scanner, at least. No new bleeding, no hidden injuries. He lets out a sigh, shoulders lowering just a hint, and he sets the scanner down on the ground. ]

Alright. I get it, I know you are.

[ He still doesn't feel too sure about letting her sleep, but at this point, what can he do? So he helps her settle into a slightly more comfortable position, finding another blanket to put it over her. ]

You'll need to eat something in a moment. How about a quick nap while I get that ready, alright? I'll wake you up.

[ He'll scan her every two minutes if need be, but he tries to tell himself that the readings are fine, and that she should be alright. ]

[ She shifts a little so she can lie back a little more comfortably, shifting onto her good shoulder so her back is against the wall. Brow furrowing as she looks up at him, she wills herself to clear the double vision swimming in her eyes. ]

M'not hungry. [ She murmurs, curling up under the blanket and blinking a few times. ]

Where'd we land on that whiskey.

Still should eat somethin'.

[ Especially if she's going to fall asleep on him, at least she'll have some food in her, another source of energy to sustain her and help her recover a little better from her injuries. In a few hours he'd look into those again and figure out what he can use of his tools to heal her to the best of his ability. ]

You're gonna have to wait to be back on the ship for that. Sorry, darlin', [ He shrugs at her, only vaguely apologetic. The last thing she needs is getting drunk right now. ]

Got pizza?

[ She musters up a small smile, glancing at him from the corner of her eye and then shutting her eyes a moment as another wave of dizziness grips her. Wrinkling her nose, she reaches for her water bottle and tips her head up to take a few sips. ]

You're less fun on the ground, y'know that? [ she teases, setting the bottle down and resting her head against the blanket. ]

Rations. That's all you get around here.

[ He's sure that's not much of a surprise to her. She's been on enough away missions to know how that goes, and the rations are meant exactly for emergencies such as this one. Good thing they have some, though, because Leonard can't be completely sure that what they'll find around here, flora and fauna both, would be safe to eat. ]

Hardly the time to be havin' fun, don't you think? [ He shoots her a glance, picking up the regenerator again and finishing his work on his own superficial cuts and scrapes. ]

Gross. I want pizza.

[ She lets out a slow breath, eyes drooping just slightly again before she narrows her gaze on a spot on the wall and furrows her brow to focus her attention there. It helps ground her vision just a little, at the least, his words echoing in a murmured delay in her head. ]

We're stuck in a cave on a planet with no wifi, Doc. The hell else are we supposed to do with ourselves?

[ With some effort, she shifts her attention to him, watching him curiously a moment. ]

You're more fun than you let on. We both know that.

Too bad, you're gettin' rations and that's the end of that.

[ He shoots her an amused look, though, eyebrow lifted. He understands that sentiment all too well, alas they're not in a position to be picky. ]

Stay quiet, lay low, rest, recover and wait until it's safe to go out. [ He says as he finishes healing the last of his minor injuries, putting his tools back into the medkit. His shirt's fairly dirty too, so he takes it off and replaces it with the other black sweater in the bag. ] Yeah, well, I can be fun when I'm not stranded on a planet I've just crashed on, treatin' my pilot for a concussion and a fractured rib, while we wait for an indeterminate amount of time until someone comes to rescue us. Sorry, just not in a great mood to be havin' fun right now.

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