Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2012 12:03:39 GMT -8
"All of it," she said. "Every last scratch."
He simply nodded and followed her after she put up the shield around the Salorri male. Dorian knew how much it must have cost her to allow him to heal any of her abrasions. He heard the exhaustion in her voice that probably no one else, save Star or her Andorian friend would hear.
"Message the Talon. In addition to having them beam the captured crew up from the planets, advise them we'll be beaming Lieutenant's Kinin, Burnham, and Star, and Lieutenant Commander M'Khol to Sickbay," Commander Tyne said.
Dorian rose from his seat “I’ll be right back.” He walked toward the front “Commander,” he said to Tyne. “Lieutenant Kinin and I will beam directly to our quarters.”
Then he turned and walked back to his wife. He picked up her arm and fiddled with the dermal regenerator to get the right setting before making bruises cuts and other discoloration disappear. “We’ll take care of this here or in the privacy of our own rooms. That is unless we run across something I can’t handle. Then you can go to sickbay if necessary.”
He heard Tyne relay his request to Talon and expected the pull of the transporter at some point in the near future.
Some of the injuries he’d seen were now covered by the uniform she wore but he’d get her out of that soon enough once they were back aboard the ship. His eyes and hands traveled to her face and he tilted her head gently to reach every bit of evidence of her recent battles.
Brushing her hair back from the side of her face his hands were purposefully gentle though his thoughts and emotions were anything but. He knew he’d have to get hold of himself before he made any irrevocable decisions about the natives of Salor.
Some of the marks on her were bruises that could only be finger marks and though he erased them from her skin he couldn’t erase them from his memory. Whatever she’d endured down on the planet would have to come out with time but from the EMH’s description he had a feeling he knew.
On some level he knew there was nothing he could have done to spare her yet the responsibility and guilt for everything his crew, and especially his wife, had experienced on the planet was squarely on his shoulders.
He should have known somehow. He should have prevented it.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the one person who's forgiveness he needed the most.
Tag Kinin
He simply nodded and followed her after she put up the shield around the Salorri male. Dorian knew how much it must have cost her to allow him to heal any of her abrasions. He heard the exhaustion in her voice that probably no one else, save Star or her Andorian friend would hear.
"Message the Talon. In addition to having them beam the captured crew up from the planets, advise them we'll be beaming Lieutenant's Kinin, Burnham, and Star, and Lieutenant Commander M'Khol to Sickbay," Commander Tyne said.
Dorian rose from his seat “I’ll be right back.” He walked toward the front “Commander,” he said to Tyne. “Lieutenant Kinin and I will beam directly to our quarters.”
Then he turned and walked back to his wife. He picked up her arm and fiddled with the dermal regenerator to get the right setting before making bruises cuts and other discoloration disappear. “We’ll take care of this here or in the privacy of our own rooms. That is unless we run across something I can’t handle. Then you can go to sickbay if necessary.”
He heard Tyne relay his request to Talon and expected the pull of the transporter at some point in the near future.
Some of the injuries he’d seen were now covered by the uniform she wore but he’d get her out of that soon enough once they were back aboard the ship. His eyes and hands traveled to her face and he tilted her head gently to reach every bit of evidence of her recent battles.
Brushing her hair back from the side of her face his hands were purposefully gentle though his thoughts and emotions were anything but. He knew he’d have to get hold of himself before he made any irrevocable decisions about the natives of Salor.
Some of the marks on her were bruises that could only be finger marks and though he erased them from her skin he couldn’t erase them from his memory. Whatever she’d endured down on the planet would have to come out with time but from the EMH’s description he had a feeling he knew.
On some level he knew there was nothing he could have done to spare her yet the responsibility and guilt for everything his crew, and especially his wife, had experienced on the planet was squarely on his shoulders.
He should have known somehow. He should have prevented it.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the one person who's forgiveness he needed the most.
Tag Kinin