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Beware the Ides of March
When; March 15th
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Chekov, Lucy, Uhura, whoever else is hanging out about the hospital
Summary; That awkward moment when your friend stabs you in the back. Literally.
Log;
The hospital is busy. Curses have a way of making that happen, particularly curses that compel people to stab their friends with whatever happens to be close at hand. Not all of the wounds are serious (the man who was jabbed with a spork insists upon seeing a doctor); some of them are. Others are neither one nor the other, leaving the patient in a twilight world between life and death.
Thus far, the hospital staff have managed to avoid backstabbing.
The day is still young.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Chekov, Lucy, Uhura, whoever else is hanging out about the hospital
Summary; That awkward moment when your friend stabs you in the back. Literally.
Log;
The hospital is busy. Curses have a way of making that happen, particularly curses that compel people to stab their friends with whatever happens to be close at hand. Not all of the wounds are serious (the man who was jabbed with a spork insists upon seeing a doctor); some of them are. Others are neither one nor the other, leaving the patient in a twilight world between life and death.
Thus far, the hospital staff have managed to avoid backstabbing.
The day is still young.
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Hei gets a slight rustle from the hospital bed and a croak that may or may not be actual words.]
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[ At the indecipherable croak, he raises his eyebrows. Steps up to Pavel's bedside, leaning in. In a voice pitched for the younger man's ears alone, he murmurs, ] Фамилию матери не ублюдок. Но я уверен, ваши раны почувствовал, как один.
[ The Russian is slightly accented, clearly that of a non-native speaker who knows enough to get by. The tiny quirk at the corner of Hei's mouth is mildly sympathetic if not warm. ]
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Hei's statement gets an amused snort. Chekov pries his eyes open, but isn't in much of a way to speak. He's glad to see Hei, though. Maybe it's the morphine.
Hei's Russian accent is probably better than Chekov's accent in any language that isn't his native tongue.]
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[ Quietly, Hei sidles into a seat by the younger man's bedside. Tasteless as the joke was, he's both surprised and not by the amused snort. No matter how doped up the boy is, his ears and mental faculties are still functional. He's not planning to stay long; whether Pavel's recovery spikes up or down is upto the staff's competence and the extent of the damage itself. ]
[ (Idly, he thinks this is one case among several where death, and returning as City dead, is preferable. At least then the injuries are a blank slate. But if Pavel lives, and if the wound is complicated, he'll have to deal with hemiplegia or something equally shitty.) ]
[ Naturally he doesn't say that. ] It's going to be rush hour at the hospital soon. This curse has left open wounds everywhere. [ Both literal and metaphorical. ]
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Hello.
[Her tone isn't cold, but it is a little wary and very protective. She comes around, getting a better look at the stranger's face. It looks familiar.]
You're...Li, aren't you?
[She's never been properly introduced to Chekov's friend, but she's seen the young man around. And she remembers Chekov saying that he and Korra had first fought because Li had rejected her.]
Thank you for coming.
YES.
Pavel's means of responding are somewhat limited, so pardon him for not introducing Uhura to "Li." He's clearly listening to them, even if his own input is lacking.]
\^^/
[ Hei glances up at Uhura's approach. He recognizes her right off the bat from both private surveillance and the Network. A superior officer from Chekov's homeworld. Pretending she's caught him off-guard, he lurches to his feet. ] Ah -- ! [ Red-faced, he extends a timid hand for her to shake, which he immediately withdraws. Put a pretty woman in front of 'Li' and it's like he's tripping over his shoelaces, only his shoelaces are his tongue. ] T-That's right. Li Shenshung. Nice to meet you. You must be Miss Uhura.
[ The blush fades, leaving him pale and downcast. ] It was the least I could do. Pavel's one of the few [ valuable assets ] really good friends I have here.
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She reaches out to squeeze his arm reassuringly.]
He'd be glad you're here.
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Chekov would like them to talk to him rather than about him. He's more awake now than he has been since the incident, drugs aside, and doesn't want to waste that. With some effort (due to internal damage, he thinks he was told--rather serious, little chance of living), he manages a quiet:]
Не беспокойтесь.
[Don't worry. He can't tell what language he's speaking anymore, but Uhura will know and she's the one he's addressing. Hei likely isn't capable of worry for one of his tools.]
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[ The rims of his ears redden as Uhura squeezes his arm. He smiles timidly and drops his gaze, focusing on Chekov. The younger man's murmur makes him frown, ] Huh? Wh-what did he say? [ As if he isn't conversant enough in the language to understand. 'Don't Worry.' Except, looking at Chekov's ashen face, he can't help but think: He's not going to make it. ]
[ The first time a friend dies, it's a tragedy. The second time, it's supposedly a farce. Nonetheless Hei is surprised to feel a small measure of sympathy. ]
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[Li is forgotten as Uhura sweeps over to hover over Chekov. She brushes the hair off his forehead.]
Shhhhh, don't try to talk. You need to save your strength.
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The notion of saving his strength is laughable (or maybe that's the morphine). He's dimly aware of the fact that it would be far better to die than to live; living means a slow healing process and too much time in bed to think. (The fact that he can't think clearly now is, Pavel thinks, a small kindness.) Maybe he could fight to live, if only for Nyota's sake, but there's no strength left to save.
What little pain the morphine left behind is fading. Nyota seems to be fading, as well, and he would like to apologize, but she did tell him not to talk.
The machines are making noises now--a bit like the klaxon on a ship's bridge--but the sound is distant. It gets farther away as Nyota vanishes out of sight. j
And then there's nothing.]
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[ 'Li' would opt for wide-eyed panic at this point. But Hei honestly doesn't have the patience. The faint animation in Pavel is nearly all gone already. The rest of him will soon follow. He expects to feel sadness, or at least a facsimile. But all he feels is tired. (It is tiring, the constant grief or performance of grief or the careful suppression of grief.) ]
[ From the corner of his eye, he sees the pointy spikes on the EKG descend to curvy sine waves. Without meeting Uhura's gaze, he says, ] I'll get the doctors. [ But the words come out with a dead flatness, like a dismissal. ]
[ It's already too late. ]
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She doesn't break down sobbing. Her Starfleet training keeps the sobs firmly in check, though it can do nothing about the tears coursing down her face as she squeezes Chekov's cold hand and presses kisses to his knuckles.
After everything they've been through, after everything they've survived, she can't believe his life ends like this. It's not right.]