simplestgift: (sleeeeepy)
Archie Kennedy ([personal profile] simplestgift) wrote2011-06-15 01:43 pm

Fifteen Bells: [ACTION/WRITTEN]

[Archie woke up yesterday.  How is this new?  Well, after getting some fairly critical stab wounds from Grell, he was put on a ventilator and kept under sedation for a few days.  The ventilator was exchanged for a less impressive-looking concentrator yesterday and he was taken off sedation.  He spent yesterday sleeping anyway, since anesthesia doesn't generally leave you bright-eyed immediately afterward.

This morning, he is talking and eating Jell-o, which is a new experience. The most important bit comes written on the journal network in wobbly handwriting courtesy of the heart monitor clipped on his finger.]


I have been informed that I may have visitors. I'd like to know everyone is all right.

Kennedy

[Anyone who comes in will find him looking predictably weak and pale but lucid and in good spirits, or possibly catnapping after a dose of painkillers.

OOC: Purely for the sake of mercy, Archie is unaffected by the event.]
all7seas: (last of anything)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-06-16 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Archie? Lieutenant? You will cease this, now, and rest. Savvy?"

The heart monitor was causing Jack no small case of the wiggins. "You don't know what you're talking about. Buffy's set it for us. It's...it's not a perfect solution, but it might very well be the best we can hope for."
all7seas: (over a godless sea)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-06-16 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"You won't be the..."

What the devil was Kennedy going on about? "Bowing" to her?

"I'm not asking you to bear anything. It's all on me, mate. I've already told your Horatio, I assume full responsibility for this." A wave of disgust at the contraptions supplying the wounded young sailor with his medicines.

"I erred. I didn't read her movements aright. You've nothing to bear, do you understand me?"
all7seas: (where does your allegiance lie)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-06-16 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
The pirate turned toward the door. He couldn't talk to Kennedy when the other man was in this stubborn frame of mind. Sick men were often difficult to talk to; illogical.

He smirked, slightly, thinking of McCoy.

"Later? We shall discuss this with clearer heads and hopefully a bottle between us. Right now, lad, you've got to get better---for your Dawn and your Horatio, if no other reason."
all7seas: (not swallowed in the sea)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-06-16 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"...Right. Of course. You've already..."

The full horror of what it must have been like for Kennedy finally hit him, and Jack placed a palm on the door frame to steady himself.

"I'll be inquiring of Doctor McCoy when you can return to training. I'll expect you not to stint, Lieutenant."
all7seas: (leverage)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-06-16 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Brilliant. Farewell for now, lad."

Jack did not offer to come back; he didn't offer to bring the lieutenant any desired things. What he wanted was to get clear of this place and try to figure out how they would maintain Buffy's stalemate while also maintaining Kennedy's spirit and heart. It wasn't, he imagined, going to be as simple as anyone had thought.