genessia | 03 | Action & Text

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03 | Action & Text

Who: Airy & OPEN
Where: Genessia Hospital
When: March 29th - April 3rd
What: After these happenings. She's in the hospital for a few days before being allowed to head home and some text's to friends.
Warnings: Talks of Blood and injuries.

[Airy doesn't remember the first 12 hours in the hospital which saves her from at least twelve hours of boredom. She isn't good at staying put and thinking about her kidnapping makes her head spin and then hurt. She can't have caffeine or anything else she enjoys because of the medicine they have her taking and the steady stream of blood being pumped into her arm. Her ankle and shoulder are bandaged but the painkillers stop them from hurting.

The worst part about painkillers is that they make it to hard to focus on things like reading or writing but it isn't enough to just knock her out and make her sleep. She ends up playing a lot of candy crush on her phone; after sending a few somewhat awkward texts to those she knew.

Her stomach rumbles and she drops her phone onto her abdomen as if that might make the insistent feeling go away. Airy really likes eating, specifically breakfast, and while the food here isn't awful it isn't very good either. She misses real food and that fact alone makes her sad.]

Text; OPEN

I'm bored. Anyone interested in talking? Or telling me a story? Any distraction?

Private Text; Danny & Dave & Nathan

Thank you for saving me.

Private Text; Cas

Sorry... I have the candy and real, not spidery moving twinkies. Something came up... I don't know when I'll be able to stop by. I haven't forgotten though!

I'll see you soon okay?

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[He couldn't help but quietly chuckle at the comment about military rations. Those could probably kill a person faster than an actual poison... well, maybe not, but it was certainly something he joked about with other military personnel.]

I'm sure there are a lot of things that doctors say we shouldn't be eating. It gets them out of having to get real food.

[He thought for a moment before he stood from his chair, glancing over his shoulder while heading for the door.]

I'll ask the nurse.

[He'll step out of the room to track down one of the nursing staff. He'll actually be gone for quite a while, but eventually, a text will come through to Airy's device.]

Managed to pull a few strings. What do you want me to bring back for you?

[Airy chuckles softly at his reply. Food is something she really enjoys and for some reason talking about it, bringing up something so normal, makes her feel better.]

You don't-

[A hand reaches out to try and stop him but he's already gone. The nurses have been really nice and Airy's tried not to bother them. She doesn't want to be a pain. Airy feels her phone buzz and almost jumps. She looks down at the text and smiles.]

Fries? Really anything you think is good. Just nothing gross. :)

[Of course he had to help her out. He's been tormented with military and hospital food. No one deserves one or the other.]

What qualifies as 'gross'?

[Because what he might like could end up being something she doesn't.]

My top 5 least favorite foods:

1. Ketch up
2. Pickles
3. Salmon
4. Anchovies
5. Brussels sprouts

So I guess the salmon anchovie burger is out then.

[He couldn't resist sending that. Even if the idea grossed him out a little too. His late wingman must have rubbed off on him.]

Lol, yes... I mean, it's out. Please none of that.

Roger that. I'll see what I can do.

[She wouldn't have to wait too long after that message for Blaze to eventually return. It wasn't too far of a walk from the hospital to pick Airy up something that was actually edible. So he'll be knocking on the door and peering in again before stepping in and offering her the bag. He also had two milkshakes in a carrier in his other hand too.]

Here. Hopefully this will give you a needed morale boost.

[And thankfully, no, it wasn't the horror of a salmon anchovie burger.]

[Airy's found a way to hoist herself up, her backboard now bent so that she can remain seated easily. She smiles at Blaze taking the bag with an eager hand. It smells greasy and fat and delicious.]

Yes. Thank you blaze.

[She nods towards the milkshakes.]

What flavors?

[He takes a seat in the chair beside her again, resting the drink carrier on his lap and looking down at them.]

Just basic chocolate and vanilla. I hope you're okay with one of them.

[He had a desire for a milkshake himself, and figured to get her one of them too.]

I like both.

[She smiles at him.]

Which is your favorite? I'll have the other.

[As she spoke she opens the offered bag and begins stealing french fries from inside of it. She has a weakness for the salty fried potato slices. She only eats a few though because she wants to dip them in her milk shake.]

[He did have a preference for vanilla when it came down between the two, so he'll hand Airy the chocolate one.]

Hopefully I went to a good place. I don't go out to eat very often.

[Chocolate is good. Airy likes chocolate.]

I'm sure you did. It's hard to mess up a milkshake.

[Airy flashes him a smile before taking a sip of the freezing thick liquid.]

See? Perfect!

[He'd give a slight smile of his own. He'd meant the food as well, but he got everything at the same place, so hopefully one was as good as the other. Either way, it was good to see her smiling, given how she was when he came in.]

I haven't had one in a long time. I think it was before I was in training to become a pilot.

Do pilot's not eat fast food or milk shakes?

[She asks curiously, unwrapping the hamburger and taking a bite. It's good and the presence of real food makes her stomach rumble uncomfortably. She looks down at her abdomen as if it's ridiculous for rumbling while she's eating.]

That's too close to resembling real food compared to what we get on the bases.

[The food on the Kestrel wasn't the best either, but Sand Island's food sure wasn't to be praised. He makes a bit of a sour face at the thought. He wasn't one to complain too loudly, but eugh.]

But it could be worse. I don't envy the ground troops having MREs.

[Airy’s eyebrows scrunch together.]

MRE’s? I don’t know what that is.

[At times Airy feels as if she lives for food. Nothing depressing such as implying that is all she lives for but there is an excitement when you try something new or rediscover something old. Food is something that all things share though what they eat might vary.

She doesn’t think she can admit to having a passion for eating.]

They're military rations. It stands for "Meal, Ready-to-Eat" but, well, if you ask the forces that have to eat them, they'll give you a different meaning. I've heard "Meals Rejected by the Enemy" at least once.

[Military personnel could be goofballs, but they sure made it clear when they didn't like things sometimes. MREs are definitely high on that list.]

[Airy laughs and then shakes her head. She quickly fishes her food, missing it the moment it's gone.]

Sounds like a good acronym.

[She yawns and then shakes her head as she collects the wrappers and pushes them towards the trash.]

[He quietly chuckles to himself. Any acronym could be good if the right soldier gets ahold of it. He smiles a bit.]

You feel any better?

[It’s obvious she’s getting sleepy. Her pain medicine is reacting to the food and while she tries to keep herself awake it’s only sort of working. Her voice sounds distant as if she doesn’t realize she’s slowly falling asleep.]

Yeah, thanks a lot Blaze. I hope you’re feeling better too.

[She blinks slowly feeling the weight hang from her eyelids.]

[He nods, and since he notices that she's getting tired, he'll stand up.]

I'll let you get some rest. You focus on getting out of here ASAP.

[He also needs to get to his apartment anyway to tend to his cat and hope that Sisko didn't do anything too terrible while he was gone.]

Let me know if you need anything.

[Airy lays back and nods, her palm rising to rub at her eye.]

Yeah.

[If she gets bored he can expect a few random texts sent his way.]

[He'll be perfectly okay with that. He'll even be willing to stop back in again if she wants him to.

For now, he'll just take his milkshake and give a small wave as he turns for the door so Airy can get some much needed rest.]

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