dark_ages | landing party ( for thecanarylives )

[ He comes to with his head pounding, his vision blurred, and a persistent ringing in his ears. It takes him a while-- a good while, maybe seconds or maybe minutes, to even regain his vision properly, and to take in his surroundings. He's in a shuttle, which is completely wrecked, panels broken and burnt, wires hanging from everywhere, sparks going off and small fires here or there. They're also tilted forward slightly, so he can feel his weight pushing against the belts keeping him strapped to his chair. He looks beyond the window and he sees a lush forest just outside, trees and blue skies as far as the eye can see. It'd be pretty if not for the fact that they've clearly crashed on the planet they were supposed to land on.

Shit. Holy shit, they crashed. How the fuck did they crash? Leonard just wanted to gather some samples from the surface, it didn't even warrant a landing party bigger than two people, how the fuck did they end up like this?

That thought gets his brain into gear. Because he's not alone. He looks over to find Sara passed out, though at least thankfully still strapped to her seat. He lets out a shuddered breath, trying not to panic as he struggles to undo his own safety belt. ]

Sara!! Come on, you piece of shi-- [ His panicked grousing is cut off as his belt comes undone, and he just barely manages to brace himself against the controls rather than slam right into them. Head still spinning, he nevertheless forces himself to stumble towards her, looking her over briefly for possible injuries before he cups her face, trying to wake her up. ] Sara. Hey, can you hear me? Come on, open your eyes...

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[ He sketches a small smile, but he's not gonna feel bad for being worried. With her permission, he reaches for the nearest scanner, doing quick work of it. She's doing much better today, so he wasn't actually expecting to find any issues. ]

You're doing alright. If you promise me to take it easy on any physical exertion over the next two days, and you come in for a quick check-up then, I'll discharge you from sickbay and you're free to go.

[ She's in a pretty good mood, thanks to the pain killers and the hefty meal, so she actually behaves herself while he does his work.

Cocking a brow at his orders, she shoots him a look. ]

Yesterday you said one day.

[ He suppresses the longest, greatest sigh of All Time. ]

Don't tell me it's that hard for you to avoid punchin' a sand bag for only two days.

[ She tries to suppress a smile. Really, she does. ]

Day and a half. Final offer.

This isn't a negotiation, Lieutenant. Two days, then you come see me again.

[ Try and be more stubborn than him when he's in Doctor Mode. He dares you. ]

[ She makes a face at him, but when he pulls the rank card, she gives him one nod in confirmation.

It'll be a day and 3/4 in her head, anyway. ]

Do I get the good pain meds, at least?

[ Well she'll be sleeping at least once during that time, so that will cut the time short, definitely. He seems pleased when she just takes the orders, even if it takes him pulling the rank card.

He's just looking out for her, is all. He honestly hopes she sees that. ]

All my pain meds are the good pain meds, I don't know what you're talking about.

[ He raises an eyebrow at her, producing two small doses of painkiller. ]

Take these only if it gets to be too much. Come to sick bay if you absolutely can't stand the pain, that'll be a sign that something's wrong. But I don't expect you'll feel more than just some mild soreness.

[ Normally, she doesn't sleep more than a few hours a night, but she's not about to admit that to him now. Sara might be a little indignant and enjoy bending the rules to her liking, but she's not stupid. ]

That's not true and you know it.

[ The really strong stuff gets kept under lock and key, but she has a freakishly high tolerance for pain as it is. She takes the painkillers from him anyway, though, shifting to swing her legs over the side of the bed.

With the healing technology they have on board, she could be back in the field by the evening. But she won't blame him for doing his job. ]

Apple a day, got it. You're the best, Doc. [ She tucks her comm link and the painkillers into her pocket, shifting to get to her feet. ]

[ It's true, with the technology on board and the treatment she's been through, chances are she could just resume her normal life right now. But he saw the damage that spear did to her, and he had his hands on that wound himself. He watched her grow paler until she passed out on him, and not even an emergency blood transfer from him was enough to wake her again.

For a moment, he honestly worried she'd die on him. So maybe he's being a little overly cautious because of that, but so long as she agrees, he's not going to go into all those details anyway. ]

You're welcome. [ He pauses, pulling up a tense smile. ] I'll take care of your discharge on the system. In the meantime I'll have a nurse bring you clean clothes so you can go on your way.

[ She's been speared before. Stabbed, shanked, taken gunshots and blasters head on. The injuries old enough not to have been treated with Starfleet technology still leave scars up and down her body that he's more than well aware of, but the fact is, Sara's just not all that afraid of dying.

Maybe it's stupid, or reckless, or a combination of both. Maybe it's a commentary on how bad her past really was. But she doesn't really think about how that effects other people. The few that she lets in close enough.

She glances up at him a moment, something curious lingering there before finally, she asks. ]

You okay?

[ Leonard looks up at the question, a little surprised, but nods. ]

Yes, I'm alright.

[ He takes the tray again, clearing his throat as he meets her eyes. This little time at the sick bay has been... nice, surprisingly, but he still remembers how their conversation ended back on the planet. It won't do either of them any good to keep doing this dance like it's ever going to lead anywhere. ]

Take care of yourself, Sara. I'll see you later.

[ He doesn't seem all that interested in talking about whatever's on his mind - if there is anything bothering him, anyway - and she's not inclined to press the issue.

She nods, offering a polite smile and glancing over at the nurse, who's putting a fresh uniform and a pair of shoes together for her. ]

See you.

[ It's just too easy for him to fall into this pattern with her. Teasing, playful banter back and forth, and she has a surprisingly easy time making him smile. But he knows it's just going to end up worse for him if they keep this up, if he keeps letting himself in closer to her. And she sounded upset enough with the way he broke things off the first time, so.

With his orders given, he heads back to his office, where he can update her file, allowing her to resume her normal life despite having asked her to come in in two days. It was just a stupid move to get to see her again, anyway.

Probably for the best to be sure there'll be another doctor around to check up on her. ]

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