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glyficTitle: Sashiko
Author:malurette
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Characters/Pairing: Elim Garak & Julian Bashir
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Rodenberry, Piller, Berman, etc
Word count: 1000+, mostly dialogue
there was a tumblr post going around about both tailors sewing and doctors suturing with a scale stitch and it spoke volumes to my hurt/comfort kink
***
‘Ok so let’s recap, what do we have?’
‘Shelter, some water, a nasty gash… no medkit. A communicator but no one’s answering.’
‘A phaser, one ration bar, one water ration, a back up communicator, an emergency sewing kit. That’s called being provident.’
‘You wouldn’t happen to have picked up my medkit on our way here?’
‘Alas…’
‘What about you, are you hurt?’
‘I’m quite unscathed. My sturdier nature prevented me from getting as much damage as your fragile, tearable human skin.’
‘Oh yeah, brag about your thick hide and thicker head if you must but please don’t lie to me to about this. Don’t hide worse injuries from me.’
‘I assure you. Only very slight contusions and abrasions, and probably no concussion. You, however…’
‘Yeah, I can feel myself bleeding. And I lost my medkit; whatever ripped through uniform and flesh
also took out the strap.’
‘Tsk. That wouldn’t happen if that dreadful uniforms of yours had utilitarian pockets. If you’re so hellbent on having them unesthetic, at least have them practical.’
‘Sure but can we save this conversation for a time when I’m not actively bleeding?’
‘It’s on my back, I can’t see and can’t reach. From what I can feel it didn’t quite go through; the ribs caught it but it tore through many possibly all the layers down to the bone and it is bleeding aw awful lot. Now if you could just…’
A bit of shuffling while Garak selects an adequate part of his clothing he can part with and that’ll easily absord the blood running off his dear doctor’s back.
‘Now don’t be timid, apply as much pressure as you can.’
‘You’re asking a bit much here, but fear not, without of course having your level of professional skill I am well enough versed in first aid that I’m not utterly helpless here.’
‘Lots of sewing accidents that need taking care of?’
‘Sewing and gardening accidents. Like you wouldn’t imagine…’
‘...should be sufficient by now.’
Garak carefully lifts his hands to peek at the wound and makes a face.
‘No, it’s still oozing.’
‘But not spurting? so at least it’s veinous, not arterial.’
‘The bleeding has slowed down a bit but it’s more than I’m comfortable with.’
‘Me too. And without a functioning medkit and regenerators I’m afraid this wound needs stitching.’ ‘Good thing I for one alway have my own repair kit at hand. We can do it the old fashioned way.’
‘Yes! but once again, I can’t reach it.’
‘If you’ ll allow me…’
‘Consider yourself allowed.’
‘First let me clean this. You’re the one evaluating the risks of infection but I’d like as clean as possible a field to work on.’
No modern medkit means no sterilizator either;
‘Do we have anything to disinfect with?’
‘I suppose one emergency flask of Kanar won’t do?’
‘How much alcohol is there in this..? …no not enough better to leave as than to bring sugars into the wound. Clear water will have to do. Do your hands too!’
‘Of course, of course.’
Good thing too that a phaser on the right setting can heat rocks hot enough to boil water on, and then to give off excess heat.
‘I’m not going to just rip out that dreadful uniform: you’ll need the insulation afterwards.’
Instead Garak carefully unstitches the seams so he can fold it up back then back down once he’ll be done. The undershirt however gets repurposed as bandages.
‘Do you need something to bite on? I’ll be as quick as I can without being shoddy but we need to put several stitches in and it will sting.’
Bashir squirms but does not exactly flinch, proving more enthusiastic than anxious about the whole situation.
‘Oh you’re using a scale stitch! Good, good…’
‘Yes but would you please hold still? Usually my work is not twisting under my hands ro try and peer at itself so intently. Please Doctor just let me do my job!
‘Well I wouldn’t tell you how to embroider a shirt but patching up patients and supervising care is mine, so…’
‘Yes again but here and now you’re the patient not the doctor or the nurse or the technician please lay back. I’m not embroidering you, I’m using invisible stitches for minimal scarring.’
‘And you’re doing very well! Can’t one profesionnal admire another’s work?’
‘Lay. Still. Doctor.’
‘…I wouldn’t mind you embroidering me, actually.’
‘Are you going delirious, Doctor? Is the blood loss getting at you? Or an infection already settling in?’
‘Hopefully not.’
Once done and wrapped up, there’s nothing much more to do than huddle for warmth, as close to the melted rocks as comfortable. Though logistic arrangements ask for a bit a reshuffling; Garak needs the heat more than Bashir does, even in mild volumic shock, but won’t turn his back on the cave’s entrance, and would rather keep him him close, not too tight but with still some pressure on the dressed wound…
‘But you know if I did have an infection the extra body heat would keep you warmer…’
‘And I’d rather not.’
*
At some point contact is made. Communication’s difficult but someone gets a transporter lock on them anyway; two life signs, one Human one Cardassian, are a sure tell.
‘Energize!’
*
Once safe on a runabout, Bashir regains enough energy to go into doctor mode again, even when he should accept he’s a patient at the moment;
‘Does anyone have a working medkit here? I just need someone to run the sterilizator over the wound and maybe give a hypospray of broad range antibiotic. I can work the settings for both, you just have to press the trigger. Might need replacement fluids and an iron supplement but than can wait until we’re back on DS9.’
*
Back on DS9 Dr Girani loses no time in checking Garak’s… craftsmanship.
‘OK let’s have a look at this… no sign of infection and already started healing, inasmuch as the bleeding has entirely stopped, but it needs more consolidating. We can still pull out the stitches and use the dermal regenerator.’
‘No. No, leave it. Just a rapid pass with the regenator will be enough.
I…
I want to keep the scar.
I want to keep the stitches.’
‘Well it’s silk, it’s inert, but it is a foreign body in your skin. Your call.’
‘Maybe later. Once it’s entirely healed over.’
**
Much, much later Bashir would go find Garak again with renewed thanks for his help… and a special request.
‘I thought about it.
I am serious.
Many cultures use ink or embedded jewelry for body modification and…
Would you embroider me? Visibly?’
Author:
maluretteFandom: Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Characters/Pairing: Elim Garak & Julian Bashir
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Rodenberry, Piller, Berman, etc
Word count: 1000+, mostly dialogue
there was a tumblr post going around about both tailors sewing and doctors suturing with a scale stitch and it spoke volumes to my hurt/comfort kink
‘Ok so let’s recap, what do we have?’
‘Shelter, some water, a nasty gash… no medkit. A communicator but no one’s answering.’
‘A phaser, one ration bar, one water ration, a back up communicator, an emergency sewing kit. That’s called being provident.’
‘You wouldn’t happen to have picked up my medkit on our way here?’
‘Alas…’
‘What about you, are you hurt?’
‘I’m quite unscathed. My sturdier nature prevented me from getting as much damage as your fragile, tearable human skin.’
‘Oh yeah, brag about your thick hide and thicker head if you must but please don’t lie to me to about this. Don’t hide worse injuries from me.’
‘I assure you. Only very slight contusions and abrasions, and probably no concussion. You, however…’
‘Yeah, I can feel myself bleeding. And I lost my medkit; whatever ripped through uniform and flesh
also took out the strap.’
‘Tsk. That wouldn’t happen if that dreadful uniforms of yours had utilitarian pockets. If you’re so hellbent on having them unesthetic, at least have them practical.’
‘Sure but can we save this conversation for a time when I’m not actively bleeding?’
‘It’s on my back, I can’t see and can’t reach. From what I can feel it didn’t quite go through; the ribs caught it but it tore through many possibly all the layers down to the bone and it is bleeding aw awful lot. Now if you could just…’
A bit of shuffling while Garak selects an adequate part of his clothing he can part with and that’ll easily absord the blood running off his dear doctor’s back.
‘Now don’t be timid, apply as much pressure as you can.’
‘You’re asking a bit much here, but fear not, without of course having your level of professional skill I am well enough versed in first aid that I’m not utterly helpless here.’
‘Lots of sewing accidents that need taking care of?’
‘Sewing and gardening accidents. Like you wouldn’t imagine…’
‘...should be sufficient by now.’
Garak carefully lifts his hands to peek at the wound and makes a face.
‘No, it’s still oozing.’
‘But not spurting? so at least it’s veinous, not arterial.’
‘The bleeding has slowed down a bit but it’s more than I’m comfortable with.’
‘Me too. And without a functioning medkit and regenerators I’m afraid this wound needs stitching.’ ‘Good thing I for one alway have my own repair kit at hand. We can do it the old fashioned way.’
‘Yes! but once again, I can’t reach it.’
‘If you’ ll allow me…’
‘Consider yourself allowed.’
‘First let me clean this. You’re the one evaluating the risks of infection but I’d like as clean as possible a field to work on.’
No modern medkit means no sterilizator either;
‘Do we have anything to disinfect with?’
‘I suppose one emergency flask of Kanar won’t do?’
‘How much alcohol is there in this..? …no not enough better to leave as than to bring sugars into the wound. Clear water will have to do. Do your hands too!’
‘Of course, of course.’
Good thing too that a phaser on the right setting can heat rocks hot enough to boil water on, and then to give off excess heat.
‘I’m not going to just rip out that dreadful uniform: you’ll need the insulation afterwards.’
Instead Garak carefully unstitches the seams so he can fold it up back then back down once he’ll be done. The undershirt however gets repurposed as bandages.
‘Do you need something to bite on? I’ll be as quick as I can without being shoddy but we need to put several stitches in and it will sting.’
Bashir squirms but does not exactly flinch, proving more enthusiastic than anxious about the whole situation.
‘Oh you’re using a scale stitch! Good, good…’
‘Yes but would you please hold still? Usually my work is not twisting under my hands ro try and peer at itself so intently. Please Doctor just let me do my job!
‘Well I wouldn’t tell you how to embroider a shirt but patching up patients and supervising care is mine, so…’
‘Yes again but here and now you’re the patient not the doctor or the nurse or the technician please lay back. I’m not embroidering you, I’m using invisible stitches for minimal scarring.’
‘And you’re doing very well! Can’t one profesionnal admire another’s work?’
‘Lay. Still. Doctor.’
‘…I wouldn’t mind you embroidering me, actually.’
‘Are you going delirious, Doctor? Is the blood loss getting at you? Or an infection already settling in?’
‘Hopefully not.’
Once done and wrapped up, there’s nothing much more to do than huddle for warmth, as close to the melted rocks as comfortable. Though logistic arrangements ask for a bit a reshuffling; Garak needs the heat more than Bashir does, even in mild volumic shock, but won’t turn his back on the cave’s entrance, and would rather keep him him close, not too tight but with still some pressure on the dressed wound…
‘But you know if I did have an infection the extra body heat would keep you warmer…’
‘And I’d rather not.’
At some point contact is made. Communication’s difficult but someone gets a transporter lock on them anyway; two life signs, one Human one Cardassian, are a sure tell.
‘Energize!’
Once safe on a runabout, Bashir regains enough energy to go into doctor mode again, even when he should accept he’s a patient at the moment;
‘Does anyone have a working medkit here? I just need someone to run the sterilizator over the wound and maybe give a hypospray of broad range antibiotic. I can work the settings for both, you just have to press the trigger. Might need replacement fluids and an iron supplement but than can wait until we’re back on DS9.’
Back on DS9 Dr Girani loses no time in checking Garak’s… craftsmanship.
‘OK let’s have a look at this… no sign of infection and already started healing, inasmuch as the bleeding has entirely stopped, but it needs more consolidating. We can still pull out the stitches and use the dermal regenerator.’
‘No. No, leave it. Just a rapid pass with the regenator will be enough.
I…
I want to keep the scar.
I want to keep the stitches.’
‘Well it’s silk, it’s inert, but it is a foreign body in your skin. Your call.’
‘Maybe later. Once it’s entirely healed over.’
Much, much later Bashir would go find Garak again with renewed thanks for his help… and a special request.
‘I thought about it.
I am serious.
Many cultures use ink or embedded jewelry for body modification and…
Would you embroider me? Visibly?’
