driftfleet | [voice.] stop poking your augments???????

Who: Sam and Dean
Broadcast: Sam (with Dean in the background); fleetwide panic! :)
Action: There will be a post-incident section on the Red Fish! Read below.
When: After this. Warning for sorta suicide-y augment removal attempt. It's miserable.

(As a note, this entry has suicide-y augment removal attempt talk, too.)

[VOICE.]

[Sam is currently busy wrestling a heavily bleeding brother and is also trying to work a network device, so sorry if his shaky voice entry is a little concerning. He'd text it if it wasn't, y'know, his friggin' brother bleeding out in front of him. If he sounds like he's barely masking his own panic, that's because he is. He's doing pretty okay, okay. He's good at being calm under pressure, though it's a bit more of a challenge when it's Dean in danger.]

This is Sam on the Red Fish — Coil, Beverly, Allen, Jennifer, um...! Anyone with healing or medical experience or lab support, I need — [Dean can be heard in the background, pissed off and maybe a little sluggish from, y'know, the usual bullshit: "I don't need to be saved, goddammit-"] I need someone here. Someone's bleeding a lot from a, an injury to the neck, and I can't —

[A breath, to calm himself.]

My brother's hurt really bad. I'll try to patch it up, but I need — help.

["Son of a bitch, I swear- it's not- I don't need help!"]

Shut up —

[He cuts the feed.]

[ACTION (LATER ON)]

[After Dean's been laid down in the Red Fish's medical section (and here Sam thought the Coil and Winter fiasco would be the only reason he'd need to see people laid up recently), Sam can be found with his brother. He's not taking his eye off him, not for a goddamn while, trust him. There are a few ways people can run into the two brothers the next few days: one, they could run into Sam while Dean's drugged up and asleep. He's sitting firmly with his arms folded, blood still on his clothes and exhaustion in his expression. Dude should really sleep.

Or - once Dean's awake and mildly alert, they may find the rare occasion where Sam's accidentally fallen asleep beside the guy, buried face-first in the bed sheets or tipped backward and snoring on occasion. He doesn't mean to even go to sleep, but it's about on par with falling asleep because Lucifer's hallucinations won't leave you alone. No, okay, this is better than that, but. Anyway. He's out.

Or, if you want to bother both of them at the same time, it's easy to walk in and find them afterward. Sam's maybe got a book, or maybe it looks like they've just had a glaring match, or something. Probably bickering. Or probably intense family conversation they're quick to mask when a visitor comes in. Let's be real, though, Dean's gonna probably hate your dumb hospital visit.

Sam would just like to say: shut up and take your friggin' blood.]

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Asshole.

[But there's less heat to it, more a mutter as she shifts her attention. Hell, maybe she's calling Sam an asshole now, who knows? She's angry, but it's that adrenalin reaction, the JFC that was close of tempers.

Lost his Sam. Yeah, she know how that went. This situation isn't fair on either of them.]

Stay with him. [You're asking, so here's her advice.] There's not much else you can do, Sam. Just... don't let him wake up all muzzy and try anything else on top. It's the best you can do for you, too.

And change your shirt. If there's blood on it when I get there, I'm gonna throw a fit.

Totally no blood on my shirt; I'm good.

[... He says as he starts unbuttoning a bloody plaid shirt.]

You don't... Um, don't worry about rushing. Dean's just passed out and resting. Not that I wouldn't mind some company, but Dean's hard enough to be around when he's bedridden.

[A-ahahaha......]

[You were about to say you don't have to come, weren't you. Maybe. The idea makes her smile faintly.]

What, so you're saying I can kick him and he can't resist? [She's joking. There's a faint set of echoing clangs as she docks the shuttle, guess who.] I didn't rush. I took time to be responsible at the bar and everything.

[You've got like a minute to finish changing your shirt, you liar, before she's letting herself into the Red Fish and heading for the medical bay.]

... Try not to kick him until he's a little more stable?

[He clears his throat.]

It'd be nice to have someone to switch off with...

[Because god knows he's tired and just wants to sleep. She'll find him sitting beside Dean's bedside when she finally arrives, Dean passed out and Sam on the verge of following suit. His head jerks up and he stands up, as if trying not to look like he is halfway into lala land.

... The shirt is gone, at least? But the pants are still, um. Bloodstained. So.]

Hey.

[Nami leans in the doorway for a moment, giving Dean an assessing look before her attention turns to Sam, and her nose wrinkles.]

Shirt and pants, huh? You need a shower.

[And then softer, more unhappily:] He bled a lot.

[From the neck. That's a little frightening.]

[A-aha. He winces, but tries to keep that pleasant demeanor.]

We both tend to do that. It's okay — everything's under control now.

Just needs a little rest and... anything else can be figured out after that.

[AKA he has no fucking clue how to proceed from here.]

That pretty much covers both of you, then. [Point.] You're dead on your feet, Sam. I've been here three seconds and it's obvious.

[She peels away from the doorway.] I can watch your brother. You can at least take a shower.

[Less to do with the sight. More to do with the fact you can't very well feel any better at all while you're still covered in your brother's blood. She remembers Luffy arms deep in Sanji's blood not that long ago. She made it rain.

Can't do that anymore, but she can kick your ass in the general direction of the bathroom, right?]

...for the record. [Some kind of soft amusement there.] If I get blood on my clothes when I hug you I'm gonna punch someone.

[He is the most hesitant man in the fleet when he gets up to leave Dean's bedside — but he trusts Nami, with his life and his family's, so it's with confidence in her that he allows this moment to recuperate from freaking the hell out.

He smiles as he wanders over, rubbing his arm.]

Oh, sure, don't worry; I think there's been enough clothes ruined today.

[The shirt we bought when I first arrived is ruined. :'(]

[CURSE YOU DEANNN-- nah it's cool man, we'll just get you another one. She smiles back, and won't say anything more until he draws level with her, at least-- she stretches her arm out to hook his shoulder, pulling him in.

Because honestly, you didn't expect to leave without said hug, did you. :|]

[Oh Nami, noooo -

But yeah, Sam could use one of these, even if he's a bit embarrassed by it, because he really... feels like a major screw-up who needs a consolation hug. Not that Nami is at all offering that — but his brain is a screwed up and awful place when you peel back the layers. And really, the thought fades quickly enough when he accepts it and sags gratefully, soothed by the warmth in her shoulder and in her actions.

It sucks, Nami.

He holds his breath for a moment, but releases it at lastand hugs back.]

... It's okay.

Thanks. For helping.

[Because you're helping a lot just by being like this.

And for watching his idiotic brother.]

Mmm. I'll send you a bill in the mail one day. Plus interest.

[She's joking
OR IS SHE

But Nami pulls back after a moment, and does, in fact, punch him on the arm. There's probably blood on her jeans now, god.]

Go. Shower. Come back when you're ready.

[S'okay if there's a nap in there.]

[You're joking and he'll call your bluff. Smiling, he gives the most half-assed nod ever, but he obeys well enough, walking past her and moving toward his room and the bathroom. Shower sounds nice. It'll be nothing but sad thoughts, but it'll feel great right about now, because he's exhausted from the struggling and emotional roller coasters alone, thanks.

Have fun in Nami's care, Deano.]

[Not sure 'fun' is the word for it. She's still pissed that he'd do something so stupid when he should know better, but let's face it, Nami has a low tolerance threshold for this kind of crap. Doesn't mean she likes people any less. She just yells at them a lot.

:| She'll. Probably try not to do that here. Instead, she makes a face at the seat Sam vacated, wiping any trace of blood from those jeans away before she sits with a sigh.

Sup, Dean. Your brother got smaller and cuter while you were out, apparently.]

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