Ooh… this is familiar! I might be able to do this! (Doesn’t hurt that my kids insisted it was a Kelvin-verse night tonight…)
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You saw the pool of blood on the floor before you felt the pain. The problem was, you’d never been good about your own blood. You drew in a slow deep breath and closed your eyes. And then you felt the pain. Blinding hot, searing across your arm and abdomen.
“What the fu-“ you trailed off as the world around you went black.
XxxxX
When you wakened, you were under a regen unit, listening to the rhythmic beeping of the biobed. Your eyes drowsed open and you saw Bones hovering at the bedside, clutching a hypospray.
“Welcome back, Lieutenant,” he greeted you. You met his intent gaze and smiled weekly.
“What happened?” Your voice cracked. Your mouth was so dry.
“What do you remember?” He countered. You furrowed your brow in thought.
“I was checking the shuttle. Scotty said it needed a tune up after the last away mission. I’m not sure what happened, but there was so much blood and then I guess I fainted?” Your memory was muddy.
“There was a stowaway. It was hidden below the main control console. As far as Scotty could tell, it clawed you when you got to close.” He glanced at the regen unit. “You lost a lot of blood, and the cuts are deep. You’ve got another few hours. How your pain?”
“Like a white hot blade across my - son of a bitch, did it wreck my bra?” You tried to look down, the the unit was covering you completely. Dr. McCoy flushed as he pressed the hypo against your neck. There was a nip and then relief.
“Everything you had on went into the incinerator. Little beggar was venomous. Cute little predator,” he replied. “It’s just coming out of sedation as well.”
“You let it live?” You squawked. “You said it nearly killed me!”
He pointed at the biobed beside you, where what looked like a small, ginger kitten was sleeping. Your gaze softened.
“It’s just a baby?” You asked. He nodded.
“Spock said it’s not really a cat, but a fancy space cat of some kind. Their planet has been petitioning to join the Federation. This little one was all alone, Spock figures orphaned. It was trapped and scared,” he offered.
You looked at it again, and wondered about its society. They had to be fairly advanced if they were petitioning the Federation. You wanted to scoop it into your lap and scritch its little ears but assumed that would be bad form.
“Will it be okay?” You asked, looking at the even breaths raising and lowering the soft fur. Bones nodded again.
“Yeah, she’s a little fighter, obviously. Too young to not have parents. I’m trying to find out a bit more about her species to figure out -“
“If she can be snuggled?” You interrupted. He let out a bark of laughter.
“Something like that,” he agreed. “I’ll be back, try to get some rest.
You drifted off to sleep under the warmth of the regency unit and when you woke again, you felt a slight vibrating weight on your chest. You looked down and found the kitten curled up where the regeneration unit had been focussed, purring loudly. Unbidden, your hand went to the soft fur and pet it and the kitten’s eyes opened, locking with yours. She gave your hand a timid lick, almost as though she was apologizing. You smiled at her and scratched behind her little ears until her eyes drooped closed again, and her purring increased.
Dr. McCoy approached and gave you a lopsided smirk. “Spock says they do that to promote healing. As soon as she woke up she just hopped over to you and settled in on the worst part of your injury.”
“I might be in love with her. I’m sure there’s ethical laws about keeping her as a pet, given that she’s from a sentient species. But she’s so damn cute.” Your fingers found her chin again. Bones raised an eyebrow.
“There’s an ambassador from her planet coming to collect her,” he said. “You’ll have to find someone else to snuggle with while you convalesce.”
It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “You offering, Doc?”
How did i not get this notification? I love this SO MUCH!!!!! GLAD I HOPPED ON HERE TO LURK ON YOUR PAGE (sorry I did not intend to yell but I also am too lazy to fix it)
Grief wells up and makes it impossible to breathe. Mix in depression, it's a great combo.
The memory of laughing with her, how she would try to embarrass me when we were out, just to lose as i have no qualms about being an idiot.
I miss being able to talk to her about how lonely I am. I miss eating pancakes and drinking coffee. I still ask for a ton of sugar and half and half when I order coffee cause she never knew how to control herself...
I eat by myself more these days.
I miss her. I miss our sister. I miss my mama.
My heart hurts so much. I don't want to be here anymore. There's no point in me being here.
Okay for those of you living in pitiful ignorance, take a raw ear of corn with the husk on and cut all the way around the base (as pictured: above the point where the husk meets the cob, so that the entire husk is severed but still wrapped around the corn. Do not cut through the cob.) Then, with the husk still on, microwave it for 5-7 minutes. It'll basically steam it inside the husk. Remove from microwave --it will be hot, so use a mitt or a towel--and firmly pull the top of the husk/silk, which should come off easily in one piece, unsheathing a flawless corn on the cob. If it doesn't, you probably need to cut a little higher around the base, so all the leaves are severed. No picking off silk!
Hot topic and box lunch has so many cool shit but damn is it FUCKING expensive. Why are these random pants 80$?? Let's get serious. And why is a hair clip 15$? FIFTEEN???????!!!! that shit should be like 6.99$ the most.
I hate how everything has become so expensive and I'm still getting paid the minimum like. I hate this.
hey did I ever post the best business card I’ve ever been given by a customer?
a woman wanted me to let her know if I had a particular item in storage, and she went to get a card out of her purse and went ‘oh no. I’m out of my work cards, I’m so sorry about this’ and handed me this:
apparently her husband made them for her as a joke but then she just had like 300 of them so they’re her backups when she runs out of her real business cards.
having feelings that contradict your morals is soooo fucking annnoooooyyyiiingggggg. can the emotions and logic department get on the same page im tired of having to like strangle myself into being a tolerable person
