Mixed Feelings

[Montague 0]

Ach...

 

He cradled his hand, sore and cut up, he hadnt stopped tapping on those damned controls since the situation had stabalized, he was overdue for a break as he couldnt do anymore work with this hand in the condition it was.

 

I'm going to have to go to get this bandaged up, dont I...

 

He looked at his hand, lacerated when he was rigging the impulse generators to provide auxiliary power... he only got the job half done though... Connor did the rest. Speaking of Connor...

 

Looking over his shoulder he shouted at the MACO he saw , 'Fyrna, I'm going to have to go to sickbay with this', he held up his dirtied, bloody hand, 'think you can hold down the fort here?'

 

She muttered something about minor injuries and eventually nodded.

 

Lazarus Montague carefully walked over to Sickbay, cradling his painful hand in the other and wishing that he had not failed in his pursuits...

 

Jasmine was in sickbay, worried that it may be difficult to heal Mr. Vank's fractured neck. She stared at her desk.

 

Lazarus walked into sickbay, he scanned the room, searching for the...

 

'Doctor.'

 

He saw her looking introspective and clearly deep in thought.

 

She looked at who just entered the door, another patient? No ... Just a warly engineer.

 

"Yes?"

 

He suddenly felt that his injury was insignificant as he looked into her eyes, filled with deep emotion, drawing him in like dark pools... tearing himself away, he forced himself to look nonchalant.

 

'I injured my hand'

 

Lazarus held his dirty and bloody hand to the light for her to see.

 

She looked at his hand.

 

"Okay ... take a seat."

 

He sat down and placed his hand on his lap, gazing once more at the beautiful doctor.

 

She sighed and brought over several items and looked at his hand, not that injured ... Nevertheless ... She wiped over the area with a disinfectant material then added the cellular regeneration promoter - something she came up with.

 

He gasped as the disinfectant hit his wounds. Glancing coyly at the doctor he said,

 

"You could have told me it would hurt."

 

She ignored him and scanned over the broken skin area, the skin healed faster, the wound closed. She looked at him, wondering how insulting she has to be.

 

"You ... You ... I'm sorry ..."

 

He blinked, a lump rose in his throat as their eyes met.

 

"Um.. it's nothing..."

 

She looked at the engineer with mixed feelings, pity, slight anger, loss.

 

"You big baby ..."

 

He did not react at once, still probing the depths of feeling that she radiated in waves.

 

Lazarus had no words, so instead he grinned at her, trying to maintain a facade over his true feelings.

 

The doctor removed the chemicals and material bathing the Engineer's hand, she placed them in the waste bin, and sighed.

"You're free to leave."

 

Standing up, he said,

 

"Thanks for the help."

 

He walked towards the door, wondering what to do next.

 

He turned back,

 

"I--- wish you a good day"

 

Silently, he cursed himself for not being more open and promised that he would do something nice for her once he had the time.

 

She turned her attention back to the broken man on the bio bed that is Mr. Vank ... She had to put him back together ...

 

"'Have a nice day?'" she mocked.

 

Lazarus turned to liquid inside, he walked out of sickbay and managed to end up in his room. He collapsed on his bed and didnt move.