First Breath Mingle

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Who: Crew of the First Breath
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Aboard the First Breath
When: Throughout January

[For all your ship mingle needs, First Breathers and Friends to First Breathers.]

Comments

[bi_otic]

Took a few hits during the raid. Scratches, really. No big deal.

[Deep scratches, going by the blood, but it's true that he's hardly bleeding out.]

What kind of difficulties?

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[Still, should probably have that taken care of before it gets infected.]

Greater numbers, more powerful weapons. Blow to the back of the head. [That was kind of it for her and fighting, this time.]

You should clean up.

[bi_otic]

[The mention of a head injury gets his attention, though, even through the fog. Grunting, he pushes himself up to a sitting position, a slight grimace of pain contorting his features along with the flash of concern]

Top of my list, I promise, just as soon as this migraine lets up. What about you? Did you see a doctor yet?

[Difficult, considering they once again don't have one on board]

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[She sits up slightly as he turns to look at her. That expression of concern gets a huff of irritation.] I've been seen by enough people, I'll be fine.

['No' and also 'Not Happening'. She generally tried to avoid Organ Mechanics Doctors whenever possible.]

[bi_otic]

[That attitude isn't terribly uncommon among soldier types, so he isn't terribly surprised by it. It's mildly hypocritical of her, though, after offering advice for his own care. His expression is impassive but unflinching in response.]

If you're sure. Probably should get someone to poke you awake every so often tonight. To be safe.

[He is not. new. to injuries.]