Virtual Firefly Book continues 3
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Monday, January 15, 2024 00:15
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PAGE 16 of 21
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Originally posted by Mobbex:
*speaks through a mouthful of half-masticated protein mush* Y' said some mighty unkind things back there.
*through gritted teeth* Yeah, well, Karma is catching up on me… and it’s not anything that you wouldn’t have said if you weren’t me.
*looks up at Mobbex, her face looking pale, but she ignores the sudden light-headedness and nausea*
And... as I remember, you said unkind things in turn.
*sways lightly on her feet, then sits heavily in the chair*
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Originally posted by Oram:
And... as I remember, you said unkind things in turn.
*shrugs* Well that's just the way I am, doc. You bite me, I bite you right back, right where it hurts... *notices her unsteady gait* 'You okay there? Y' look like you gashed your hand pretty good.
Y're not gonna flake out on me, are ya?
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Originally posted by Mobbex:
*notices her unsteady gait* 'You okay there? Y' look like you gashed your hand pretty good.
Y're not gonna flake out on me, are ya?
*pulls herself to her feet, and starts to walk to the infirmary*
Hate to disapoint ya, but I think flake-ing is in order.
*falls to the ground unconscious*
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*witnesses Oram's collapse*
*gapes at the scene for a time*
Oh, crap...
*races up to her and lifts her over his shoulder*
*grumbles* Y're lucky I know how to make stitches...
*carries her back to the infirmary and swiftly puts her down on the bed*
*grabs a pair of scissors and a roll of wire, then proceeds to sew up the cut on Oram's palm*
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*Stan stands back and watches as Mobbex does an adequate job fixing up the doctors hand. He also makes a mental note not to get injured when no one else but Mobbex is around.*
Stan: "Does she do that often?"
Mobbex: "What faint?... sometimes."
*He walks over and takes Oram's pulse.*
Stan: ".... her heart-rate seems ok, I'm no medic though."
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Colt999: "Quick! What's the name of a firefly porn site?"
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*scowls at Stan* Then how 'bout you take a step back and shut your trap? I'm tryin' to work, here.
*resumes his labor*
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*slowly openes her eyes, closing them to the bright light of the infirmary, her hand hurts like no tomorrow and feels like the skin has been pulled together*
Is it Easter?
*sees both Stan and Mobbex watching her from the opposite ends of the room, she looks down at her hand and see's that the deep gash has been stitched up*
Who did this?
*both Mobbex and Stan reply in unison*
Mobbex: Stan
Stan: Mobbex
*confused* Huh? *blinks* What happened, I just remember saying something to Mobbex then nothing.
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*Colt sits abbey down by the chimney and kneels in front of her. She is wheezing badly.*
Colt *brushing a strand of hair out of her face*: You have to calm down. You need to breathe.
abbey *frightened*: I’m… trying
Colt *looking straight into her eyes*: Don’t talk… Concentrate on breathing. In… and out. In… and out.
*abbey nods as she tries to do as he says.*
Colt *softly, trying to reassure her*: In… and out. In… and out. Try to relax.
*abbey reaches her free hand up and lays it on his shoulder. Her wheezing continues. Colt tenderly brushes his hand along her jawline.*
Colt: You’re gonna be OK. I promise. Just breathe. In… and out.
Slowly, abbey nods again, but her breathing is more labored than before. Colt glances around the area, looking for something to help her, but knows that there isn’t. She only has him and he feels so helpless. Suddenly her grip on his arm tightens. He looks back at her and could tell by the look in her eyes that she is panicking. Her eyes are darting every which way and she is trying to breathe faster, but nothing is coming in.
Colt *firmly*: abbey, look at me… *she isn’t hearing him* ABBEY, LOOK AT ME!
*Her eyes lock onto his. They are pleading at him to save her. Colt’s heart nearly breaks.*
Colt: Try to relax… Breathe with me… In… and out.
*Colt notices a slightly blue tinge to her lips. He doesn’t know what to do.*
Colt *desperate*: You need to... You… You can do it.
*A tear slides down her face and he does the only thing he could think of. He pulls her into an embrace, his free arm wrapping softly around her. He could feel her heart race and her struggle to breathe.*
Colt *just above a whisper*: Feel me. Feel my heart beating. Feel how I am breathing. Match me. You can do it.
*He takes in deliberate breaths, trying to lead her the right way.
The next few minutes drag on for what seems like a lifetime, but his efforts are working. She starts to breathe easier and the blue tinge disappears. He just holds her until she returns to normal. He kisses the top of her head.*
Colt *with relief*: That’s my girl.
*He pulls away from her and looks down into her face.*
Colt: You OK?
abbey *nodding*: I… I think so. *She sounded so tired.*
Colt: You tired?
*abbey nods. Colt moves to where he can rest his back on the chimney then he pulls abbey into his lap and just holds her. She doesn’t protest.*
Colt: Now you just rest. Catch some sleep. Ship’s not going anywhere. We can take our time getting back.
*It doesn’t long before abbey is asleep. Colt rests his chin on the top of her head. His eyes look heavenward.*
Colt *barely audible*: Thank you.
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Just a question… does anybody know when Colt or Abbey are coming back?
*both guys look at her blankly*
*is slightly worried* Maybe we should start searching for them… Um, Mobbex, see who you can get in the galley, I think they might have run into foul play.
Mobbex: Nothing that the captain or Abbey can’t look after.
I don’t wanna take chances with Abbey at the moment… she could have an asthma attack and Colt would be up 
lake without a paddle.
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Quote:
Originally posted by Oram:
Huh? *blinks* What happened, I just remember saying something to Mobbex then nothing.
You went down hard. 'Dunno why. Luck had it that... *coughs* Stan, was in attendance. He, huh... sprung into action like greased lightning. Y' should'a seen him, 'was beautiful.
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Originally posted by Oram:
I don’t wanna take chances with Abbey at the moment… she could have an asthma attack and Colt would be up
*shrugs* As long as she has that puff can thing you gave her, she's in the pink, right? *Oram nods reluctantly* Then I say we keep our collective snoot outta their business. These guys need to get the raunchy stuff outta the way. Them tiptoeing about each other all the time... *shakes head* 'was gettin' miserable to see.
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