Medbay food is worse than the Mess Hall
Who: Cally and whoever cares to visit!
Where: Galatica Medical Bay
When: Shortly before the place is flooded with Cholera Victims. 5 days after the shooting on the Astral Queen.
What: Cally really is going stir crazy. And if she has to eat on more bite of medbay food she might puke.
Cally stared up at the ceiling in medical bay. She and the ceiling had gotten to be quite close friends over the last few days. The sort of friend that never left your side and you could curl up with on a cold winter night. Well, as close a friend one can get with a piece of bulkhead at least. The first day of her time in med bay she didn't remember much. The Chief had come to visit, Socinus, Jammer even, but that was about it. The drugs were nice and sleeping in a warm, almost comfortable bed was even better. The second day she was rather more aware, the pain not nearly so bad as the food was, and everyone else was back to being busy.
By the third day, she had almost memorized every little shadow in the ceiling above her bed. The Chief had stopped in briefly again, making some sort of remark about her being lazy and laying on her ass. She almost begged Cottle to let her go back on duty, but a firm glare from both he and Tyrol taught her better. She went back to staring at the cieling.
It was now day five. It hurt, moving wasn't the best idea, no, stomach wounds were sometimes the worst, but she knew she was getting better. She was ready to get out of here, truth be told. She picked at a bit of the food on her tray and decided she preferred the company of the ceiling, so her eyes flickered back upwards and she sighed again, softer lips pressing into a bit of a line, a smirk at the situation. Just a week ago she would have given anything to rest for just an hour. Now she would do anything to be busting her butt on the deck.
She turned her head, looking for someone, anyone to pass, lips briefly parting, "Ah... Excuse me?...Nurse?... Sir?" Everyone was running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Tenderly, Cally reached her hands down and pushed herself up into sitting a bit straighter, trying to get someone's attention. The only one who seemed to be paying attention was her old pal the cieling.
Where: Galatica Medical Bay
When: Shortly before the place is flooded with Cholera Victims. 5 days after the shooting on the Astral Queen.
What: Cally really is going stir crazy. And if she has to eat on more bite of medbay food she might puke.
Cally stared up at the ceiling in medical bay. She and the ceiling had gotten to be quite close friends over the last few days. The sort of friend that never left your side and you could curl up with on a cold winter night. Well, as close a friend one can get with a piece of bulkhead at least. The first day of her time in med bay she didn't remember much. The Chief had come to visit, Socinus, Jammer even, but that was about it. The drugs were nice and sleeping in a warm, almost comfortable bed was even better. The second day she was rather more aware, the pain not nearly so bad as the food was, and everyone else was back to being busy.
By the third day, she had almost memorized every little shadow in the ceiling above her bed. The Chief had stopped in briefly again, making some sort of remark about her being lazy and laying on her ass. She almost begged Cottle to let her go back on duty, but a firm glare from both he and Tyrol taught her better. She went back to staring at the cieling.
It was now day five. It hurt, moving wasn't the best idea, no, stomach wounds were sometimes the worst, but she knew she was getting better. She was ready to get out of here, truth be told. She picked at a bit of the food on her tray and decided she preferred the company of the ceiling, so her eyes flickered back upwards and she sighed again, softer lips pressing into a bit of a line, a smirk at the situation. Just a week ago she would have given anything to rest for just an hour. Now she would do anything to be busting her butt on the deck.
She turned her head, looking for someone, anyone to pass, lips briefly parting, "Ah... Excuse me?...Nurse?... Sir?" Everyone was running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Tenderly, Cally reached her hands down and pushed herself up into sitting a bit straighter, trying to get someone's attention. The only one who seemed to be paying attention was her old pal the cieling.