Needles and nausea

[Ari Deschain]

The waking for Ari was not as peaceful as it was for some. She woke gradually, like surfacing from some watery depths. However, she floundered and began coughing and choking as if she were drowning. Her eyes flew open, unseeing, as she clawed at her own chest. After a moment, she noticed the breathing tube. Hastily deflating it, she tugged it out of her own throat and tossed it aside. The machine began beeping an alarm, but she ignored it.

Luckily, there was a plastic tub next to her bed. She gripped it and used it for exactly its purpose, hacking and coughing into it. The room spun around her and her chest squeezed as she shuddered. Closing her eyes, she struggled to still her vertigo.

When she opened her eyes again, the room stayed level around her, but her nausea was not fully gone yet. Ari shakily set the pan aside. Her hand went automatically to her head, remembering the injury she'd received in the war and the last time she'd woken up in a hospital. Her head was fine, her vision still shadowy in her left eye. What had happened?

Her calloused fingers gently roamed her own body, searching for injury or indication of her hospitalization. Nothing.

Letting out a shaky moan, she ran her hands through her bleached hair. It felt strange, and she tugged at one strand. It was longer than it had been last time she'd felt it. How long had she been in this bed? She looked at the IV in her arm and moved to tug it out in her disgust, but at that moment the door opened and she stayed her hand, looking like a child caught doing something wrong.

[Ai Tsuchiya]

Ai had returned to the core to see her family yet it was only her father was there and glad to see her. After four days stay she left for St. Lucy and those affected by the odd coma plague the had been running amuck. She was making her round as usual when another came round. The sounds of machines crying woke nearly the whole wing. As she raced she could hear the garbled cries and then the hacking of one who was a fighter. Ruxhing by the nurses station Ai picked up the standard meds and made for the room.
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Hitting the door the look on the puzzled woman's face was near priceless. 'Hand in the cookie jar' was the look and from the state of things the orderlies had their hand full with this one.
Speaking softly and gently... 'Come now. Calm yourself I'm a doctor and your at St. Lucy coming out of a coma. Lay back and we'll try to help you.'

[Ari Deschain]

Ari studied the woman. Though her attractiveness and her kindness was not lost on Ari, the former soldier was too upset to focus much on that at the moment. Instead, she caught a few of her words and her head started spinning. St. Lucy? She was on Ariel? How in the hell had she ended up on ruttin' Ariel?

She seemed to have momentarily lost the ability to differentiate speech from thought, because she said: "How in the hell did I end up on ruttin' Ariel?" Ari blinked, raised her hand to touch her lips, then shrugged. She gazed at Ai. "Coma? I got sick, didn't I?" Vaguely, she remembered Connor falling ill on the Lenore, and having to drop off him as well as Grimm at hospitals. An Alliance planet, though? She couldn't believe they'd even accepted a former browncoat into their facility.

To her surprise, most of those thoughts came out as speech as well, quiet mumblings to the effect of: "Connor had th'same, so did Grimm. Didn't drop 'em off at no Alliance hospital, though. Dunno why they accepted me here, special team an' all." She grinned in an embarrassed manner at the nurse and struggled to keep her thoughts in her head.

Ari finally seemed to grasp where Ai had told her to lay back, and she did so reluctantly. It was not as if she could do much, anyway. She was feeling weak already just from sitting up and tearing out her breathing tube. "Take this outta me...please?" Her eyes pleaded with Ai as she motioned at the IV in her arm.

[Ai Tsuchiya]

Ai listen to the young woman as she tried to get a hold upon her reality and work out what had happen. The hyposprayer was all ready filled and she was just looking for a window to use it. She too smiled with her as she asked about the IV.

Reaching over she took hold of her arm and said....'Sorry, I'll get that right now. Oh and excuse my ruff hands I haven't pust lotion on them today.'

With her left hand she held tight as her right hand came round and 'pow-piff' as she used the hydrosprayer. Ai knew that the meds were a nessary evil but oh-well a doctor's life for her.

'Don't worry that was just a wake-up mix we here at the Lucy are using to get the risers back on their feet quicker.-in a lower voice-And if your a brown there is a grace peroid for risers. I should have a ride coming should you need it to get to your last ship...if it's still out there.'

Ai smiled and stepped back as an orderly came in. He was a mountain of a man and Ai had worked with him before.

'Chuck if you would see to that her 'needs' are met while I go get ready her food and some fresh clothes. That's a good boy.'

The orderly noded and said 'Yes doc' as she left from the room. Her four inch heels tapping away on the tile as she made her way to the nurses station.

[Ari Deschain]

[ooc: What is a hydrosprayer?]

Ari wanted to tug her arm away from the woman's grip, but she let the doctor do her job. At the mention of not wearing lotion, Ari snorted. The mechanic's own hands were far more rough and calloused than Ai's, and smooth hands were something Ari tended to look down upon. Hard work was respected by her, and the fact that the doctor had slightly rough hands raised her in the mechanic's esteem slightly.

She grunted and looked away as the doctor gave her medicine. When Ai spoke of getting her back on her feet, she nodded. Her head felt thick. "Yeah. Gotta get up." Her ship. "My ship!" Ari groaned, attempting to sit up. "I gotta find her. She's all I got...I'm all she's got." A strangled moan escaped her and she sat back, hands moving to cover her eyes for a moment.

The Lenore. Grimm. Jove. Her crew and friends. What had become of them? Had they kept the ship flying? "I bet she's in a junkyard somewhere just bein' torn ta pieces by some gorram vultures lookin' for parts," she muttered. As for her being a browncoat? "I know ya had to've seen my file, lady." She glanced around the room, hopelessly.

The tiny woman was not even cowed for an instant by the sight of the huge orderly. "I'd like ta see him try to hold me down," she muttered, then clapped a hand to her forehead and cursed. Her thoughts kept escaping through her mouth like water through a sieve. She hoped that this wouldn't last forever. "I hope this ain't ruttin' permanent."

[ooc: Jove Gadria would have left a message for Ari upon her awakening. If you want to just have the doctor delivers it in your post, I'll take care of the contents in my post. =D]