Posted Jan. 18, 2022, 5:58 p.m. by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side-sim: The Reckoning
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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The whole point of mentioning the shirt was so he didn’t have to wear the wet one across the ship. She didn’t think he would want to wear his uniform all night. She didn’t mind carrying the tray. She honestly thought she carried a tray as often as she did her PaDD or tricorder. When they got to his quarters, she went in and set the tray on the table. Then she turned around, intending to leave so he could change and come back in a few minutes.
Rand
Roman was frustrated and quite honestly, that didn’t occur to him. When they got to his quarters, as soon as she turned to leave, he slipped the dirty and wet shirt off and pulled on the clean one. And then he sat down on his bunk, legs over the side, and started rubbing his leg again. Apparently, his leg would consider that walk “prolonged walking” because it hurt. He needed to get an extra chair up there, he’d left the chair for his computer console open for Rand like always.
~ Roman
Rand was gone longer than just a few minutes, but when she returned she had a couple of things with her. Seeing him rub his leg she hurried over, kneeling in front of him, and setting the things on the floor. “Elbbirt said alternate heat and ice, right?” She picked up a cup - black tea with cream and honey - and pressed it into his hand that was rubbing his leg. She squeezed his hand before picking up a fabric roll and opened it. Pressing the controls on the corner she started the heating pad to warming. She picked up the hypo off the side table and pressed it to his leg. It was close enough to time that she felt safe giving it to him, and since he had to take it through tomorrow night she wasn’t going to argue about it. She check the heating pad and it was still warming up, so it was warm but not hot yet. She placed it gently over his leg. She picked up her own cup and set it on the small bed side table, took all the data disks and other things off and moved them to the desk. Picking up the tray she set the soup and drinks on the table and then set the tray on the bed with the sandwiches and small container of whatever raw fruit and veggies the chef had given her. “If you want to stretch your leg out I can roll the blanket to go under your knee if you want.” Rand was inherently a caring person, and even more so when it was someone she cared a lot about.
Rand
Rand took longer than he expected, and then when she did get back, she kneeled in front of Roman. “Yes, he said try heat and ice, alternating first.” She had a handful of things she set on the floor and then there was a cup of his favourite tea in his hand. Then she unrolled something Roman recognized as a heating pad and before he could argue, pressed a hypo of the anti-inflammatories to his leg. Roman felt like she was making a bigger deal about it than it was. Of course his leg was going to hurt, there was no reason in his mind to worry about it. Of course, once the heat pack was over his leg, it was helping and it made it feel a little better. “No, that’s alright. The heat’s already helping,” He said, “thank you.” Then he reached for the soup after she set it on the little table. “Chef could make almost anything well.”
~ Roman
She didn’t think it was a big deal. His leg was healed and more importantly the toxins and blood clots were gone. Rand knew his leg would hurt for awhile and there was nothing to do to stop the pain. She just didn’t see any reason not to do what they could to ease the pain when it was just the two of them. His leg was hurting, she could help a little, so she did. It was that simple. You did that for people you loved.
Rand placed the chair near the bed and sat with the soup bowl in hand. Even though she wasn’t cold, the warmth from a hot bowl or mug was always a welcome sensation. The steam coming off the soup smelled wonderful. There was some spice or seasoning blend Chef added to it. “We’re really lucky to have him. Everything he makes is…well excellent is only my opinion.” She spooned the soup slowly, savoring it. She put the bowl down after a few minutes and reached over to take the plate with her sandwich and set it on her lap after taking a bite. Eventually, all she had left was the crust, which she ended up using to sop up the last of her soup.
Rand
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