AWD #649: Awkward Apologies
AWD #649: Awkward Apologies
Summary: Penta tries visiting Miri in the Recovery Ward. It does not go well.
Date: 1/4/2017 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Shit Hits The Fan, Medical Aftermath
Miri Penta 
Recovery Ward - Deck 3
About half the size of the Medical Center, the Recovery Ward has fewer beds to allow space for those who are going through recovery. Rather than the drab gray of most of the center, the walls in here have been done in a neutral creme color. The beds are a little thicker and the blankets are actually present. There are a few clocks and the only other decoration are a couple of flatscreens that show muted movies from the ship's library. A couple stacks of old magazines are available near the door for nurses to pass around, too.
AWD #649, October 17 2006

Specialist Zahav isn't going very far. The corpsman is propped up in bed, a cast on her right arm from shoulder to wrist, strapped across her body for support. She tries talking to people sometimes. Not right now. She's half-dozing, her morpha button resting lazily in her left hand.

Penta walks in at this point. He's in fatigues, about as informal as he allows himself most of the time. He's being quiet, just walking from bed to bed, checking on the wounded (mostly asleep) for a moment before moving on, until finally he reaches Miri's bed. He's quiet, trying to figure out if she's awake or asleep or trying to get to sleep.

Miri startles when he approaches, trying and failing to sit up. "Sir," she says raspily, coughing to clear her throat.

Penta raises a hand. "Hey, Zahav. No need to sit up on my account, especially if it hurts. Been by a few times, but you've been asleep each time. Just coming by to see how you're doing."

"My arm got blown off and Kapali died on my watch. I'm doing great, sir, thanks." Miri stops trying to sit up, flopping back against her hospital bed like a rag doll. "How are you?"

"About the same," Penta admits. "I frakked up out there, I won't deny it at all."

"At least you listened to Sergeant Ynyr when he second-guessed you. It could have been a lot worse." Miri grimaces, then presses down on her morpha button.

Penta nods. "He shouldn't have had to, says my brain, but thanks for that reminder." He's quiet…To say this feels awkward would be redundant. What *do* you say to someone you possibly maimed, nearly got killed? Nothing seems halfway appropriate.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. War is shit." Miri nods once before slipping off into morpha sleep.

Penta sighs. "Indeed it is." He walks out then, looking for all the world like he's the puppy that just got sent to the shelter.

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