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edge_of_forever2013-05-16 07:37 am
sharpshooting) wrote in edge_of_forever2013-05-16 07:37 am
Entry tags:
- !gathering post,
- pc:charles xavier,
- pc:cuthbert allgood,
- pc:elphaba thropp,
- pc:erik lehnsherr,
- pc:james bond,
- pc:john watson,
- pc:klaus mikaelson,
- pc:lwaxana troi,
- pc:molly hayes,
- pc:mycroft holmes,
- pc:mystique,
- pc:pamela ravenscroft,
- pc:peeta mellark,
- pc:regina mills,
- pc:santana lopez,
- pc:sherlock,
- pc:spock,
- pc:steve rogers,
- pc:titus pullo,
- pc:tom jackman,
- pc:tonks,
- pc:violet crawley,
- pc:wolverine,
- pc:zoe graystone
wake-up call [gathering post]
The tray full of hyposprays looked grim in the soft lighting of their imagined sick bay. John had to admit the holodeck had proven useful beyond his expectations-- even if the end result they'd reached was less of a sure thing than he was really comfortable with.
This is going to work, he told himself for the hundredth time. It was a far cry from a guarantee, but the results had been promising with Forge. Really, Lauren and Sherlock had been right: they didn't have the time to spend on being completely sure. It was their last hope. They had to take it.
He picked up the first vial and slid it into its casing, bending over his first patient-- Mrs. Troi, as it happened-- and pressing it to her neck. She stirred, and John began to speak in a quiet tone that effectively masked the relief he felt. "You're waking up now, Mrs. Troi. Take slow breaths, don't move around too much just yet, and I'll be by with a glass of water for you in just a moment."
John looked up and met Lauren's eyes where she stood giving a similar speech to Dr. Banner. She returned his little smile in wordless acknowledgment: the antidote was working, at least for now.
[see the OOC post here for more info.]
This is going to work, he told himself for the hundredth time. It was a far cry from a guarantee, but the results had been promising with Forge. Really, Lauren and Sherlock had been right: they didn't have the time to spend on being completely sure. It was their last hope. They had to take it.
He picked up the first vial and slid it into its casing, bending over his first patient-- Mrs. Troi, as it happened-- and pressing it to her neck. She stirred, and John began to speak in a quiet tone that effectively masked the relief he felt. "You're waking up now, Mrs. Troi. Take slow breaths, don't move around too much just yet, and I'll be by with a glass of water for you in just a moment."
John looked up and met Lauren's eyes where she stood giving a similar speech to Dr. Banner. She returned his little smile in wordless acknowledgment: the antidote was working, at least for now.
[see the OOC post here for more info.]