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side-sim: The Reckoning

Posted Jan. 21, 2022, 12:17 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

Roman smiled and nodded as he took a bite of the soup. Then he sipped his tea and said, “He’s got nothing on your ability to brew tea.” He ate the soup slowly, like Rand, enjoying it and the warmth it brought. As the heat pack warmed, it helped relieve the pain in his leg. The medicine was taking effect too, and the soreness was definitely going back down.

~ Roman

Rand smiled softly at the compliment. “There is a certain art form to brewing tea. I have tried to convince Chef of this, but he doesn’t believe me. He thinks it’s just a matter of pouring boiling water on a tea bag and that’s it. I’m not sure what’s worse: that he uses a tea bag or that he pours the water directly on the tea bag.” Rand took the empty bowls and plates and stacked them on the tray and moved it to the table. Leaving the small sealed container next to Roman. It was obviously for Pipkin. She stooped down and looked at the tiny bunny and shook her head, “For somethin’ so small ya have made a mess in there. Are ya tryin’ to tell us yer bored.” Pipkin pawed with her front feet at the door. “Ya can no be bored with all those toys, lil girl.” Not only was Rand talking in that ‘cute animal’ voice but her accent was coming out as well. She opened the cage intending to scoop up the little fuss ball, but she bounded down the little ramp and across the room, straight for the stool. Rand grinned as she watched Pipkin bound straight onto the bed and begin sniffing at Roman for attention.

Rand went into the box of endless stuff that arrived with Pipkin and began to clean the cage where Pipkin had been having a kind of free-for-all inside. Rand left once to deposited the trash down the chute and then returned. She grabbed two ice packs and set them on the side table on her way to sit down on the other side of the bed with both of them.

Rand

“I use tea bags when I’m making my own tea,” said Roman. Rand’s accent started to show as she baby-talked the rabbit and Roman smiled. Then Pipkin raced across the room and he started to pet her when she reached the bed. He opened the little container and fed some of what was inside to Pipkin. “She has a lot of energy. We’re lucky she sleeps at night,” he said.

~ Roman

Rand glanced over her shoulder, “I know you do. That’s why you like mine better.” Tea bags weren’t really a bad thing, but how you steeped and prepped the tea was a little different. At least according to her grandma, and that old crone was never wrong. “She does, so I’m glad we got the bigger enclosure. She has plenty of room, I think she just likes to state her opinion. That being she wants out.” This was the first time since Rand had given Pipkin to Roman that Pipkin had been in her cage all day. Rand wasn’t surprised, it was probably the first time Pipkin had really explored her cage and interacted with the things in it. “I think so too. We’ll have to make sure she gets time to run around every day so she doesn’t start staying up all night.”

Rand took one of the pieces from inside the container and tried to coax Pipkin over to her, but the little rabbit wasn’t moving. She was content where she was and if Rand didn’t want to give her the treat, she was sure Roman had more to give her.

Rand

Roman got a goofy smile on his face. He always liked her tea better. “She’ll calm down when she’s a little older, I’m sure,” he said about Pipkin. “I can always let her out after my shift.” Roman kept the container closed, trying to get Pipkin to go towards Rand, but she seemed absolutely content where she was. “I think she’s picked a favourite person,” he commented, giving the bunny more pet.

~ Roman

Rand finally gave in and just let Pipkin have the food. The little fluff ball wasn’t moving. “Aye she has. Though I can’t say I blame her.” Rand was looking at Pipkin when she said it but she still turned pink. The bunny obviously had good taste. Rand was glad though. She got Pipkin for Roman, she was his pet. Rand didn’t want Pipkin liking her better than Roman. Then she grinned, “He said I was spoiling ya, but I think it was him when I wasna around.”

Rand


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