Posted Jan. 11, 2022, 8:15 p.m. by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) (Lucas Foxley)
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side-sim: The Reckoning
Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side-sim: The Reckoning
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Rand looked over at him momentarily speechless until she started laughing. “I don’t think Randy would ever consider ‘charming’ you in that way. Besides, you were his direct superior officer. He was going to work and work hard, not try to wiggle out of this or that.” Rand did NOT say that Randy charmed Roman just fine with his back and forth banter at her expense. Kept Roman from arguing over the meds, fidgeting during the session and even too the pain meds the last time he needed them. All because of Randy’s charm. It came in all forms and worked on most anyone. What people didn’t understand was charm did not mean flirting. “But Randy does have a certain knack with the senior citizens.”
Roman would continue to believe wear tactics didn’t work on him. Of course, maybe it was better that way, because then it would keep working on him. “He was a hard worker, that’s something I’ve always said about him,” Roman said.
They had made it about a quarter of the way around the deck, “Do you want to keep going or go back and walk in the other direction?” He seemed to be doing alright, albeit obviously in pain. Rand was content to stay out and walk as long as he was able, but if he felt better being a short distance from his door she was happy to pace this part of the corridor.
Rand
Roman’s leg hurt. It was his first time moving this much since before Sickbay, not counting the walk up to his quarters, but he’d done that with both crutches. His shoulder and arm were quickly getting tired of supporting him using the crutch, and the muscle in his leg was still new and weak. He didn’t want to go back yet though. He wanted to make a full lap around the deck. Deck 3 was one of the smaller decks anyway. He still wished it weren’t so late, but he was very happy to see parts of the ship besides his quarters and Sickbay again. “Let’s keep going,” he answered her.
~ Roman
Rand kept her comments about Roman and Randy to herself. Roman was much more formal and stiff at times, but he was charming and sassy just like Randy, and mischievous. It made her blush every time he got that way, especially with that look he got. She wasn’t going to tell either of them that though. It was her little secret.
The conference room was half way around the corridor, so if they needed to pause they could. She supposed if he started gritting his jaw any tighter or broke out in a sweat she could force him to stop. She’d rather he just say so. He wasn’t winning any points with her by risking his health or reinjuring his leg. At least he was using the crutch and not trying to run or something. She understood though, not wanting to stay in bed, to be still, to be unable to do the smallest things for yourself. Roman would never survive months of bed rest. He’d probably spontaneously combust or something.
She didn’t talk much, letting him concentrate on what he was doing. But as they walked the second hour came and went without their noticing. The residual effects of the regenerator having played out, the tissue in his leg was now fully reformed and whole even if a little weak.
Rand
Roman wasn’t trying to score points or anything. Nor did he see it as risking his health. It had only been a week and he was tired of not being able to do anything, of waiting for other people to help him because of this leg. He hated not being able to go anywhere, or needing help to. That he could barely walk to the other side of his own quarters or to the restroom on his own. It was some help, at least, that he knew his leg was now fully reformed and should start getting stronger. But that didn’t change his lack of mobility now, and that was why he didn’t tell Rand he was having trouble.
Rand didn’t talk much, and even if she had been, he was focusing on his footsteps. He was using the crutch, at least. He didn’t want to, but he wouldn’t be making it far without it. They were still a few steps from the conference room when he finally stopped, leaning against the wall, breathing hard. He wanted to keep moving, but he felt like his leg was going to give if he pushed it any further. Even reformed, it was too much too soon, he needed to give it time to get stronger first. “I need a break,” he said finally, sighing frustratedly.
~ Roman
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