Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2011 15:48:11 GMT -8
"Ensign. You'd better have that seen to. You don't know how contagious that poison is."
Adam was holding the hand of a Nolfian when Gav gave him an order. He looked up at the man, then down at the alien. Maybe it was just a suggestion, not an order. The Nolfian gripped his hand tight in his pain and Adam couldn't leave, even if he wanted to, which he didn't. He glanced for a second at his own shoulder. Besides, he didn't feel a thing from the gashes.
"Here, this will help them more. One spray each... push here."
Adam took the hypospray with his one free hand. "It's okay," he said soothingly to the alien. "It's just medicine." The Universal translator filtered his message to the Nolfian, who put his head back against the cargo bay floor and accepted his fate. Adam's hand was shaking slightly as he applied the hypospray and pushed. One push. One spray. He heard it hiss and the Nolfian immediately pulled away, causing the medicine to be administered into the air.
"Snake!" It was as close as the UT could find to the animal the Nolfian shouted out.
Adam quickly understood. "No no. The sound is the medicine going in." The alien nodded and presented his neck again. This time, Adam waited until the creature was ready, then pressed the button. To his credit, the Nolfian remained completely still, trusting these odd, naked-skinned beings. "Go to the others," he said to Adam.
"Get yourself out of here now!"
It was Adam's turn to jump and he looked over at Yaxley, but the doctor was busy with a struggling patient. **Maybe he wasn't talking to me.** Adam moved from Nolfian to Nolfian, administering the medicine after first explaining that it would sound like some creature from their world. He didn't want to waste any more of the medication. When the hypospray was spent, he announced he needed more. As he waited for a refill, he leaned back against a bulkhead and began to count the number of dead and stopped at twenty three. **No time for rest.** He pushed off of the wall and began moving the dead Nolfians away from the living. His muscles did not protest the work. It was his career. One by one, he pulled the dead away, then carefully arranged their weapons back in their hands. When he was done, he was sweating profusely from the effort. Wiping his forehead on the back of his hand, he sat down among the dead, a living monument, upright in a field of fallen soldiers. He felt helpless and wondered if one day he would die like this. Alone on a strange vessel, far away from family, with people too busy with the living to notice.
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Adam was holding the hand of a Nolfian when Gav gave him an order. He looked up at the man, then down at the alien. Maybe it was just a suggestion, not an order. The Nolfian gripped his hand tight in his pain and Adam couldn't leave, even if he wanted to, which he didn't. He glanced for a second at his own shoulder. Besides, he didn't feel a thing from the gashes.
"Here, this will help them more. One spray each... push here."
Adam took the hypospray with his one free hand. "It's okay," he said soothingly to the alien. "It's just medicine." The Universal translator filtered his message to the Nolfian, who put his head back against the cargo bay floor and accepted his fate. Adam's hand was shaking slightly as he applied the hypospray and pushed. One push. One spray. He heard it hiss and the Nolfian immediately pulled away, causing the medicine to be administered into the air.
"Snake!" It was as close as the UT could find to the animal the Nolfian shouted out.
Adam quickly understood. "No no. The sound is the medicine going in." The alien nodded and presented his neck again. This time, Adam waited until the creature was ready, then pressed the button. To his credit, the Nolfian remained completely still, trusting these odd, naked-skinned beings. "Go to the others," he said to Adam.
"Get yourself out of here now!"
It was Adam's turn to jump and he looked over at Yaxley, but the doctor was busy with a struggling patient. **Maybe he wasn't talking to me.** Adam moved from Nolfian to Nolfian, administering the medicine after first explaining that it would sound like some creature from their world. He didn't want to waste any more of the medication. When the hypospray was spent, he announced he needed more. As he waited for a refill, he leaned back against a bulkhead and began to count the number of dead and stopped at twenty three. **No time for rest.** He pushed off of the wall and began moving the dead Nolfians away from the living. His muscles did not protest the work. It was his career. One by one, he pulled the dead away, then carefully arranged their weapons back in their hands. When he was done, he was sweating profusely from the effort. Wiping his forehead on the back of his hand, he sat down among the dead, a living monument, upright in a field of fallen soldiers. He felt helpless and wondered if one day he would die like this. Alone on a strange vessel, far away from family, with people too busy with the living to notice.
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