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glyficTitle: Little details
Author:malurette
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Characters: Julian Bashir, nurse Jabara
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Paramount's
Author’s note: ESL author with no beta-reader – if you spot any mistakes please do correct me.
Prompt/Continuity: end of Distant Voices yum h/c
follow up from https://glyfic.dreamwidth.org/3013222.html
Word count: 450+
**
‘You seem awake and aware enough; should we still do a cognition test anyway?’
‘I know who I am, where and when and what happened to me. I’d like to see my scan results, please?’
His hands are not exactly trembling but something is wrong in his movements.
He puts the cup down and makes a face.
‘Actually I am starting to feel nauseous. Would like to say it’s the empty stomach but there’s a general malaise, my stomach also hurts in a way that make me think my liver has started dying and my back hurts in a way that tells me my kidneys have started dying, all my muscles definitely feel like half their fibers have died already.’
‘You’re being overdramatic in your statements. But there is some cellular degradation.’
‘Show me the numbers again?’
…
‘Yeah okay. Shouldn’t have to do dialysis but some regeneration boost on the liver would do good. We’ll have to put the muscle regeneration on hold until later, as uncomfortable at it feels.’
Julian clumsily rubs his own hands and arms—it won’t do much actual good but he needs the sensory stimulation.
‘Heart rate is stable, blood pressure still on the low side but already higher.’
‘I would still like to go flush these toxins out the natural way.’
Sure a portable waste extraction unit disintegrates anything as its excreted, analyzing its components on the go but everyone still knows what’s happening. Still humiliating to use, especially in front of your coworkers. Of your underlings. One always feels more in control in a private refresher.
Jabara takes over massaging Bashir’s hands.
‘What did we say about pampering again?’
‘More massaging won’t hurt.’
Won’t really help, at least physicaly, but the touch is comforting. For all her sternness, she is a good professional nurse with excellent bedside manner and she is really fond of her doctor, and she was genuinely worried when it seemed he might very well not make it.
Makes him feel a little guilty now.
‘Have you stayed all the time I was out?’
‘No, we did turns with Hagra.’
‘Good. Don’t forget to get your own rest. I can watch over myself now.’
And he can, yes, but should he really?
Things turn just a bit awkward when his colleague who’d left him for dead comes back to assess his miraculous recovery and they discuss treatment courses. But the conclusion is unanimous,
‘Prophets be blessed, we’re glad you’re alive.’
They won’t joke about getting promoted Klingon-style. The situation was difficult enough.
Now Julian knows he won’t escape that ‘glad you lived to see another day’ party after all.
‘…And at some Captain Sisko will want a word with you regarding infirmary staffing.’
‘Well at least we should get these reinforcements now.’
Author:
maluretteFandom: Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Characters: Julian Bashir, nurse Jabara
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Paramount's
Author’s note: ESL author with no beta-reader – if you spot any mistakes please do correct me.
Prompt/Continuity: end of Distant Voices yum h/c
follow up from https://glyfic.dreamwidth.org/3013222.html
Word count: 450+
‘You seem awake and aware enough; should we still do a cognition test anyway?’
‘I know who I am, where and when and what happened to me. I’d like to see my scan results, please?’
His hands are not exactly trembling but something is wrong in his movements.
He puts the cup down and makes a face.
‘Actually I am starting to feel nauseous. Would like to say it’s the empty stomach but there’s a general malaise, my stomach also hurts in a way that make me think my liver has started dying and my back hurts in a way that tells me my kidneys have started dying, all my muscles definitely feel like half their fibers have died already.’
‘You’re being overdramatic in your statements. But there is some cellular degradation.’
‘Show me the numbers again?’
…
‘Yeah okay. Shouldn’t have to do dialysis but some regeneration boost on the liver would do good. We’ll have to put the muscle regeneration on hold until later, as uncomfortable at it feels.’
Julian clumsily rubs his own hands and arms—it won’t do much actual good but he needs the sensory stimulation.
‘Heart rate is stable, blood pressure still on the low side but already higher.’
‘I would still like to go flush these toxins out the natural way.’
Sure a portable waste extraction unit disintegrates anything as its excreted, analyzing its components on the go but everyone still knows what’s happening. Still humiliating to use, especially in front of your coworkers. Of your underlings. One always feels more in control in a private refresher.
Jabara takes over massaging Bashir’s hands.
‘What did we say about pampering again?’
‘More massaging won’t hurt.’
Won’t really help, at least physicaly, but the touch is comforting. For all her sternness, she is a good professional nurse with excellent bedside manner and she is really fond of her doctor, and she was genuinely worried when it seemed he might very well not make it.
Makes him feel a little guilty now.
‘Have you stayed all the time I was out?’
‘No, we did turns with Hagra.’
‘Good. Don’t forget to get your own rest. I can watch over myself now.’
And he can, yes, but should he really?
Things turn just a bit awkward when his colleague who’d left him for dead comes back to assess his miraculous recovery and they discuss treatment courses. But the conclusion is unanimous,
‘Prophets be blessed, we’re glad you’re alive.’
They won’t joke about getting promoted Klingon-style. The situation was difficult enough.
Now Julian knows he won’t escape that ‘glad you lived to see another day’ party after all.
‘…And at some Captain Sisko will want a word with you regarding infirmary staffing.’
‘Well at least we should get these reinforcements now.’
