Date: 2016-01-18 11:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] hellsbel
[might somehow forget to let go? as long as Greg is okay with that.]

Tired. [that wasn't a hint; fingers hold a little more tightly, don't go.....] Doesn't hurt. Medbay, the one shipshape department we've got. Not a bad thing.

[head tips back, searching the ceiling for a clear narrative] Feels more coherent in my head. [tired grin. has pause for more breathing.] Other arm's going to need some time, but it's just pulled muscles. [maybe a lot of them.] They had... throwing blades? Something strange, Tron got here before I did but they both... same weapons. [puzzling, right?]

Rinzler, the new one, he... he wouldn't stop. Stun didn't stop him. Like he didn't even see me.... I got him on the ground, no time for anything else. He cut my leg open but I stunned him again. [tired chuckle -- an ironic satisfaction. looks back at Greg, not sorry, but hoping he understands. sometimes things happen. sometimes they can't be stopped.] And called medbay. Had to end it fast, you see? He didn't stop.

[over in another section of the infirmary, Tron's presence on another biobed evidences how far it might have gone.]
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