This is an OLD one, basically a rewrite of a scene I had written previously and wanted a different take on it. In this one, Talic was just returned home from a prisoner exchange and woke up while recovering from his injuries…
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A loud clang from the med bay suddenly disrupted their conversation. Both heads turned in the direction of the source, and yelling echoed from inside. They ran back in and saw Talic, now wide awake, yanking out the tubes in his arms and Zanvir trying to hold him down and stop him. Ganex and Lexus ran over, grabbing his arms and holding him down against the cot. Talic was still weak from his injuries, but he yelled and fought back as hard as he could.
“Talic, it’s okay!” Lexus spoke directly into his ear. “You’re home! You’re not on the Maverick anymore. You’re back at the base with us!”
“Get off me!” Talic screamed and tried to pull his arms out of their grip. “Get off! Let me go!”
Ganex and Lexus held his arms back when he tried to reach up to pull the air line from his nose.
After several seconds of fighting, Talic’s strength gave out and he laid panting on the cot. Ganex and Lexus let go of his arms and Ganex rested his hand on the top of his head.
“You’re alright, Talic. You’re back in the medical bay at the base. Lexus is here, Zanvir is here. All of us are here with you.”
Talic flinched at the contact and was not settled by his words. Just behind them, Alek, Byruk, and Marra rushed into the room, worried from the commotion they heard.
“He’s awake!” Alek exclaimed. “Is he okay?”
“He still thinks he’s on the Maverick,” Zanvir replied. “We need to pull him back down.”
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Lulan always figured that he could hold a good stoic expression. It had been helpful in the past when it came to dealing with bad news. It probably wasn’t quite as good as Ganex’s or even Lexus’, but it had always managed to be enough for him. It always seemed like a good quality in leaders, which hopefully some day he would be. Holding it for several hours on end, now that turned out to be a little harder.
Frankly, he was amazed he was still standing unscathed after the explosion. His balance still felt a little off from having to donate blood, but really he was fine. Only he and Byruk managed to walk away from the disaster with a few scraps and bruises. Everyone else was worse off in one way or another, and some…
Far, far worse.
He sat in the post-op room next to Lexus’ bed, where she still rested while recovering from her leg wound. His eyes wandered over to the opposite side to another cot, where their friend Dosair still laid and struggled through each breath. Byruk and Alek sat next to him, somber expressions on all their faces. At least Alek was up and moving now, albeit with one arm in a sling and a nasty bruise on the side of his head.
It was hard to see Dosair like this. He almost looked like a body embalmed, skin deathly pale where it wasn’t covered by gauze concealing burns from the fire. Part of one leg and one arm was gone, Talic wasn’t able to save them, and tubes stretched out across his body in a web Lulan couldn’t even think to begin untangling. His eyes were closed, but they weren’t sure if he was resting or even knew what was going on around him. Just a few days ago he looked normal, he looked fine. Now he was almost unrecognizable.
But he was alive, that’s what mattered. He was lucky, which they couldn’t say for Lylimeph, Prash, Koladi, and Hōdek.
There were only eight of them left now. How could there only be eight of them left? They left Maltrina with thirty-one of the best fighters in the Titan Guard. In the whole Pax Rebel military. Thirty-one. It didn’t make sense that they would find themselves barely hanging onto survival so far away from home. Lulan sighed, thinking a bit of twisted humor to himself. He remembered when he thought the other side of their planet was impossibly far away from home. The thought was almost funny now.
In a rather sick kind of way.
I hate this planet.
His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps coming back into the space. Ganex stepped in, followed by Talic and Zanvir behind him. There was that strong, stoic look Lulan remembered, if a bit shaded with the curtain of tragedy that fell over all of them. Talic and Zanvir looked a little worse for wear after spending hours trying to keep everyone alive.
“How is he doing?” Ganex asked as he came and sat by the end of the cot.
“Uh,” Alek cleared his throat and tried speaking in a low voice, “Okay, I think. Not really sure if he’s awake.”
“Hm.” Talic came over by the head of Dosair’s cot and checked his vitals. Lulan could see his exhaustion in each movement he made. Losing four teammates was hard for all of them, but he imagined being the one to try saving and still losing them was weighing heavily on Talic. All of them watched as he gave Dosair another dose of painkillers before turning back to him.
“Hey, DoDo,” Talic leaned in close to his ear and spoke clearly, “Can you hear me? How you doing, bud?”
All eyes were on Dosair, waiting, hoping there would be a response. The only sounds heard were Dosair’s labored breathing and the machines working to keep him alive. The air felt cold in the few second before his fingers twitched and he let out a breathy “Y-yeah…”
A small smile appeared on Talic’s face as they all let out a collective sigh. Lulan smiled too. This was good, Dosair was going to get better now. The light at the end of the tunnel was looking brighter now.
“That’s good,” Talic grabbed his bioscanner from his front pocket, “I just need to check a few readings and tests, it’ll be quick.”
He switched on a small light on the end and shined it into each of Dosair’s eyes. All of them watched as he took notes on Dosair’s response time, neural activity, blood pressure, every little thing it seemed like. But it was done with such precision that it barely took any time at all. Lulan admitted to himself that watching Talic work was always interesting. One of the best medical professionals he’d ever known.
“Alright, that wasn’t too bad, was it? Pain meds should be working now. Need anything else, DoDo?”
“Can…” Dosair’s fingers twitched on his stomach, struggling to lift as he pointed to himself. “W-Water… dry…”
“Yeah, sure. Byruk, can you get a glass of water?”
Byruk nodded and stood quickly to retrieve one. While he was away, Alek shifted closer to his side. “How are you feeling, DoDo?”
“Mm, shit…” Dosair tried to give him a half-smile. “You look like… you need… naptime.”
“Ha ha.” Alek rolled his eyes, but it did make him smile a little. At least Dosair’s wry humor was still intact.
Byruk came back with a glass of water and handed it to Talic. The group watched as he helped Dosair lift his head to drink. Lulan thought the sight was strange. It was only a few days ago all of them were working together, training and laughing like nothing was wrong. He was fine, happy. All of them were.
At least now he was awake.
He was going to be fine.
“The pain medication is bound to wear off in a few hours or so,” Talic told him as he set aside the now empty glass, “Just let me know when it gets too bad, okay?”
Dosair winced as he tried to shift underneath his sheets. His head rolled to the side, facing Talic and Ganex. “Others… hurt…?”
It felt like a stone dropped in Lulan’s stomach, and he was sure the same was felt all across the room. He was bound to ask the question at some point. Dosair wasn’t dumb, he knew there was no possibility he was the only one who was hurt in the explosion. Even his exhausted expression held anxiousness in the waiting to the response. Lulan looked up at Talic and Ganex, who exchanged sad looks with each other.
This was going to crush him.
“It… got bad,” Talic finally broke the silence, “We lost some people. Prash… Koladi… Hōdek…”
“Lylimeph…? Dosair let out a tearful sigh, “Okay…?”
Lulan bit down on his lip and exhaled sharply. That’s right, he thought. Dosair had a thing for her, it wasn’t surprising that he would ask about her first. He noticed Talic fidgeting more, wringing his hands together as he tried to think of the right words to break the news. Ganex rested a hand on his shoulder, nodding once as they locked eyes. Talic sighed and looked back at Dosair.
“She’s resting now. And you need to rest more too, so you can see her in a bit. Okay?”
Lulan blinked.
What?
What did he just say? Did he mishear what Talic actually said? He looked around at the rest of the team. Only Ganex and Zanvir seemed to not be as surprised as he was. The rest of them look at each other in confusion and growing hurt. He felt his heartbeat start to pick up and his breath quicken, a complete contrast to Dosair’s sigh of relief as he rested back against his pillow.
“O-Okay… good…” Lulan felt the wrongness growing in his chest at the growing relaxed expression Dosair had. His eyes darted back at Ganex, who looked around the rest of them with somberness.
“We will leave you to catch up on some rest, Dosair,” Ganex said in a gentle voice, “The rest of you, let’s keep any discussions or questions outside of the medbay, understood?”
There was silence in the moments following. Like Lulan, the others seemed just as baffled and unsure of how to respond. Zanvir was the first, nodding with a grunted ‘yes’ which prompted Alek and Byruk to reply in kind.
Lulan said nothing.
He couldn’t stay in the room any longer, not with how he felt his chest pounding up into his ears with each passing second. Without a word, he stood and stormed out, positive it probably raised some eyebrows as he left. He didn’t care what everyone else thought about him. He was angry, and they could deal with it.
He walked until he reached the bunks, opening up his and Talic’s room and slumping against the wall. He glared off into space, feeling a growing heat behind his eyes and hoping it wasn’t tears. He growled, pressing his forehead to his knees and gripping the ends of his hair. Lulan had never really been one to cry. For him, the same energy that went into tears was better spent doing something useful, or something to just get the energy out.
But he hadn’t quite felt like this before. And it was overwhelming.
Why did he have to keep losing friends? It wasn’t fair, monumentally not fair. His hands balled into tight fists, already shaking as he tried to breathe through it. They lost so many friends already. Their whole team was almost gone, killed far from home and buried on a strange planet. And now they had to do it again, but this time it seemed while lying to their friends in the process.
It. Wasn’t. Fair.
Lulan wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he heard the sound of footsteps outside the room. He looked up to see Talic opening up the room across from theirs, Dosair’s room. Without thinking, Lulan sprang to his feet and caught Talic’s shoulder before he stepped inside.
“Why did you say that to him?” He ignored the flinch in Talic’s shoulders as he whipped him around. “Why’d you let him believe Lylimeph is okay?”
“Lulan, we…” Talic’s voice was heavy with exhaustion, “We talked it over, and… for the condition he’s in now, we believed it would be easier. Give him some time to come to terms with it.”
“But you lied to him! He’s gonna be waiting to talk to her, and it’ll crush him when he finds out she’s dead!”
Talic tried to respond, but couldn’t manage any words. He just looked at Lulan with regret and sorrow. And it felt like the final nail in the coffin. He wanted to deny it, not think about it. But reality never cared what he wanted.
“So he is going to die.” The tension in Lulan’s throat was enough to break his voice a little. “Why couldn’t you just say it to his face?”
“Lulan, he’s just barely woken up. I don’t want to hit him with everything at once before he’s ready!”
“That’s not your fucking choice to make!” Lulan’s voice rose to a shout. “Dosair should be able to face the truth without us interfering, but you want to lie and take that dignity away from him?! How the hell do you justify that?!”
He saw the tension growing in Talic’s jaw as he tried to remain steady. But he glared back at him with the same anger and pain.
“If you’re angry about me not telling you about Dosair’s condition until now, then I’m sorry,” Talic snapped back, “But don’t you dare make this about some betrayal of confidence to you or the others. For better or worse, this is what we’ve decided is going to be easiest for him before he goes.”
“I guess you have enough practice taking care of dying strangers,” Lulan growled at him. “But I figured you’d have a little more sympathy for someone you actually care about!”
“…Stop it, Lulan.”
“We’re a team, we’re supposed to be there for each other when things are fucking impossible! That’s supposed to mean something to you!”
“Shut up.”
“But you’d rather make it easier on yourself and lie to Dosair like he’s a child!”
“What else am I supposed to do?!” Talic hollered at the top of his lungs, making Lulan flinch. In an instant, he finally noticed the bags under Talic’s eyes, the sullen look of exhaustion and grief that hung over him as he shook with anger. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t see it as clearly before. He certainly did now with Talic screaming in his face.
“I did everything I could to keep them alive, all of them! And nothing about it is fucking easy! I did everything right, everything I was supposed to do, and I still couldn’t fix it! He’s lost his liver, both fucking kidneys, half his intestines, and a whole lung! You can’t live without those things, you can’t fix them! I can’t fix any of it! I’m not a miracle worker! You don’t have any idea what this has been like, none! So don’t give me a fucking lecture over what’s easy or right!”
Lulan stood in stunned silence, unable to think of a response as the hallway echoed Talic’s shaky breath. Talic never got angry, not even when he was frustrated. But here, Lulan saw he’d struck a deep and painful nerve and brought it out into the light.
“The best we can all do for him now is make him comfortable as he goes. “Talic stared daggers into him with glistening eyes. “Until then… do not go thinking this is just another case to me. He’s my friend too.”
Neither of them spoke, standing in a cover of tension and anger thick enough to cut with a knife. They glared at each other, a silent dare for the other to say one more word. It was distracting enough that neither of them heard the sound of footsteps heading towards them.
“What is going on here?!” Both of them flinched at Ganex’s voice snapping the silence away. They stepped away from each other, Lulan lacing his fingers behind his neck and Talic covering his mouth with one hand. Neither of them looked at Ganex as he approached.
“Well? Either of you, hm?” They knew he wouldn’t leave without some kind of answer. Lulan turned back toward him, staring at the floor as he tried to think of what to say.
“We’ll be fine…” Talic murmured first, “Just… disagreement.”
“I understand,” Ganex sighed, “that keeping yourselves together feels an impossible task right now. And there will be time for us to grieve in the way we need to, but it is not now and not by going after each other. Is that clear, both of you?”
Talic and Lulan took a moment to breathe, collecting themselves before turning back to Ganex, without looking at each other again.
“Yes, sir.”
“…Yes, sir.”
“Now… Talic, gather the things Dosair asked for. I will speak to each of you personally, when this is all over.”
Talic nodded and went back into Dosair’s open room. Lulan watched him come back out with two pillows before walking past them back to the med bay.
“DoDo’s pillows?” Lulan’s voice was barely above a whisper now.
“Yes,” Ganex nodded, “He wanted them for his neck, says that he won’t be able to sleep with them otherwise.”
Lulan bit down on his lip until it felt like it would bleed. His sight blurred, and it nearly shocked him as tears started spilling over his cheeks.
“It’s…” he exhaled slowly, “It’s not right, Ganex. It’s not fair to him. It… It’s not fucking fair.”
Ganex’s expression softened and he rested a hand on his shoulder. “Whether it’s fair or not is something we’ll have to decide later, but I’m sorry you had to find out this way. Blame me if you want to be angry, but do just one thing.”
“What?” Lulan quickly wiped away the tears.
“Make peace with Talic when this is over. The coming months are going to be harder, and we need to rely on each other more than ever.”
“Fine,” Lulan grumbled, but then sighed and shook his head, “No, I—I will, I promise. I don’t think I meant any of it, but… I’ll make it right.”
Ganex sighed, “We will tell him when the time comes, but no one will blame you if you need some time alone—"
“No,” Lulan cut him off, “I’ll be fine. I… I want to be there for him.”
“Alright then.” Ganex swung his arm over Lulan’s shoulders and the two of them walked back toward the med bay. Neither of them spoke again, Lulan trying to breathe through the wave of emotion trying to overtake him. He didn’t feel ready to face it, but it wasn’t really up to him now. He need to be there for Dosair, for all of them.
Whatever came next, they had to be there for each other.
"No, you should be paying attention to Alek or Byruk. They need your help a lot more than me. I'll be fine."
Talic growled a little in annoyance under his breath. He watched Zanvir turn away from him to continue cleaning the rest of the medical instruments. He always did this, minimized his own health and concerns by saying others should be prioritizes first. While that may have been true a few times, Zanvir’s growing limp currently became Talic’s primary concern.
“They will be fine, Zanvir. All they really need now is time for rest. You on the other hand are worse than when I brought this up three days ago. We have time now, so we’re talking about it now.”
Zanvir growled and set down a freshly cleaned scalpel. He looked back at Talic with a disgruntled look and inhaled deeply.
“Yes, I may have been a little more stiff the past few days. It happens on occasion, believe it or not, as I've been getting older. Amazing what we've been able to uncover with our combined medical expertise, right?"
"I do believe it, actually," Talic was good to match his sarcasm. "But see, I also don't want it to develop into something worse, especially if it's something easily preventable. That would just be bad."
Zanvir scoffed. "You're worrying too much."
"Oh God, a doctor who's concerned for his patients, how terrible." Talic pointed firmly at one of the observation benches. "Now, please sit and let me help you."
Zanvir narrowed his eyes at him, but must have decided it wasn't worth arguing anymore and turned to sit down. Talic didn't always win their battles, so he was glad and didn't plan on gloating. He came up in front of him and knelt down, propping Zanvir’s leg up on his thigh and searching for any issues.
“This is pretty rigid,” Talic ran his fingers from his ankle along the wall of his booster. The color of his skin looked dull and flaky too. “Have the supplements not been working properly?”
Zanvir said nothing and Talic stared up at him, the realization now dawning on him. “You haven’t been taking them.”
“I have been,” Zanvir corrected him, “I’ve just had to ration them out a bit more. We don’t have an unlimited supply.”
“When was the last dose?”
“… About eight days ago.”
Talic sighed and looked over his other foot. Just the same as the first, growing rigid and losing flexibility along the wall of the booster. Nothing that couldn't be mended at this stage, but Talic knew that it had to be hurting him to walk around like this for so long. Grounders had to take supplements to keep their systems healthy with no jets or wheels to do the work. While he understood why Zanvir made this decision, her still didn't like it.
"I just wish you told me sooner."
"Eh," Zanvir waved his hand dismissively, "I can take care of myself. It's not like I haven't dealt with this kinda stuff before."
"You just haven't deal with it while being over seven hundred."
Zanvir exhaled and nodded. Good, he was conceding to at least one good point. "I've planned out the amount that's left. Even with me now being the only one needing them, there's enough left for five years if I ration, but only two if I take them regularly."
Therein lay the topic none of them really wanted to think about, just how much longer they would be stuck on this planet. The cruel irony was they had to think about it for reasons just like this one. Their supplies wouldn't last forever, and they had to hope help would come soon.
At least Earth wasn't a desolate world. It offered them some chances.
"Look, start taking them regularly for now until this improves," Talic said as he set Zanvir's foot down, "I'll start looking into a way to synthesize more in the lab. Who knows, maybe we'll find a viable alternative on Earth. But... just do that for now, okay?"
Talic knew very well he couldn't make Zanvir do anything without his cooperation. The best he could hope for was to try and convince him through words and the discomfort not listening to his advice would lead to.
"Hm," Zanvir huffed and stood up, "I'll take some now."
He left without another word, still limping slightly as he exited the room. Talic watched him, getting the feeling that he would still try to ration the supply out.
Content warnings: minor character death, mentions of death, blood, guilt, hospital setting
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Zanvir groaned as he reached behind his back to untie his medical apron. It wasn’t a far reach or anything, but his back winced in pain as his fingers unraveled the knot. People were saying he was getting too old for this two hundred years ago, and he ignored them for just as long. Only now did he start to wonder if maybe they had a point.
The apron came away and he set it on the bin, along with his cap and gloves. All of it bloodied from over fifty hours of surgery. It wasn’t the longest amount of time he’d ever spent in an operating room, but it was one of the most emotional. Even after all their work, all the sweat and tears he and Talic went through, they still lost Lylimeph and Prash. Even stabilizing Dosair earlier only delayed the inevitable. His body was far too damaged to last much longer.
Five lives lost in two days.
One of the hardest things any of them had experienced.
Talic had just finished helping him store Prash’s body in the ship’s morgue. They had walked back together to start cleaning up the operating room. He looked more tired than Zanvir had ever seen before. He watched him take one look at the blood covered sheets and medical instruments, then turn and walk slowly to the wall. His steps were swayed slightly from exhaustion, and he fell to the floor with his back against the wall.
The pain in his eyes when he looked up at Zanvir would’ve been a blow if he hadn’t felt it himself. There were still a few droplets of his dead patients’ blood on the edges of his cheeks, and dark circles encompassed the skin under his eyes. He sighed and lazily pulled his surgical cap off. His hands, still wearing gloves, gripped the fabric tightly.
“We did everything we could,” Zanvir said quietly. Though true, it didn’t offer much comfort for either of them. Talic pursed his lips together, tears starting to glisten his eyes.
“…D-Dosair’s not gonna make it,” his voice cracked from grief and dehydration, “I… It’s… It’s not gonna be enough…”
“I know.” Though it made his body screamed, Zanvir joined him on the floor. Talic was almost expressionless, yet his features were becoming twisted with guilt and grief each passing second. Zanvir was familiar with this look, how the high of healing and trying to save lives started to fall away and leave behind the ugly shock. It always happened, on good days and bad, but especially on the bad days.
They sat in silence for several minutes, the most rest either of them had gotten since all of this started. Talic kept his eyes fixed on the cap still wrenched in his hands, hands clenched around it like a lifeline. Then, unprompted, he released the cap and let it fall to the ground. He stared at his gloves, some blood still on them from moving Prash. Zanvir noticed the slightest tremble in his fingers, and knew he was nearly crashing down.
“I…I…I—I” Words were freezing in his mouth. “I… failed them… I’ve—I’ve never… never lost s-so many…”
Talic laced his fingers behind his head and bent down to his knees, not making a sound. For a moment, Zanvir saw the image of his two sons when they were younger, kids scared and confused and not knowing what to do. Talic was just a kid in his eyes, even with all of his training and experience. He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him a little closer.
“You did your best, Talic. You and I gave them the best care we could under the circumstances, as shitty as they are. But you did the best you could.”
Talic’s silence was cut off by quiet, tearful breathing. His shoulders trembled under Zanvir’s arm, but he stayed curled into himself. Zanvir squeezed him gently and patted the back of his head. “It’s alright, Talic.”
“It’s n-not, r-r-really,” Talic managed to mutter out. “They—They’re our friends. I’m, I’m supposed to help them, but—but it didn’t make a difference.”
“It did make a difference. I know it doesn’t feel like it, but it did. And Alek and Lexus are on the mend now because of your efforts. It made all the difference.”
Talic exhaled sharply and stared out into the room. Tears ran down his cheeks like rivers and his eyes were puffy. The wall of focus and care for his patients crumbling away, he was overwhelmed. Zanvir knew the feeling well, his years of experience just made the ordeal more manageable.
“Why don’t you get some rest?” Zanvir patted his shoulder. “You need it.”
Talic shook his head and pulled off each of his gloves. “No… not—not yet. Not until… I’m staying with Dosair until… until he goes.”
He wiped the tears away with the clean edge of his sleeve. Zanvir could almost see the heavy cloud over him as he sighed and stood back up, his motions still stiff and rigid. He looked back down at Zanvir, eyes still blurred with tears, and offered out a hand.
“You go rest,” he said, his voice a little stronger now, “I can take care of things here.”
Damned kid, Zanvir thought as he took Talic’s hand, grunting as he helped him up to his feet. His legs started aching as they bore his weight again, but he ignored it.
“No,” he said firmly, “Take care of Dosair. I’ll finish things in here.”
Talic opened his mouth, ready to protest, but stopped himself and looked back at the mess. As much as Zanvir knew it hurt him, this wasn’t the place he wanted to be. He wanted to be with Dosair and the others, doing the best he could to make things better. He looked back at Zanvir, nodding in appreciation before leaving for post-op.
Alone in the operating room, Zanvir sighed and started working. His own walls had taken quite a few blows today, but it wasn’t the time to let them fall. He’d find a time for it later, once everything was set and done.
Content Warnings: hospital setting, surgery (descriptions are a little grizzly), minor character death, blood, burns, broken bones
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“Induced coma unsuccessful. Vital signs in critical condition.”
“Shit,” Talic hissed as he turned back to Koladi’s table. Warning signs flared up on her vitals screen, low blood pressure, fast irregular heartbeat, multiple broken bones and fractures in her body. He was going to lose her too if he didn’t get her stabilized in a coma within the next few minutes.
“How Lylimeph doing, Zanvir?”
Across the room, Zanvir sighed and brushed away the sweat gathered on his forehead with his sleeve, still leaving a streak of blood on his forehead and surgery cap. He looked down at the bloodied mess on the table in front of him, partially covered by a surgical blanket with Lylimeph’s pale face covered with a mask.
“I wish I could say better,” he shook his head as he went back to work, “Even if I get all this shrapnel out, I don’t know if we’ll have enough bulk blood to keep her stable.”
Talic bit his lip, trying to think as he recalibrated the controls for Koladi’s table. “Ok… Once, once we get these two stabilized, you and I can donate, and we’ll see about Ganex and Byruk helping too.”
“And Lulan?”
“Lulan’s donated twice already, anymore and he’ll be bedridden for days. We’ll just… have to hope it’s enough.”
Talic reactivated the machine’s sequence, hoping this time would go through so Koladi could stabilize. He turned his attention back to Prash. Broken spine, burns covering most of his body from the bomb’s flames, and Talic already had to take a leg too damaged to save. Infection was his greatest worry for Prash at the moment, on top of an endless growing list.
Talic was exhausted. Twenty hours since most of their team got caught in the explosion and they still weren’t even close to being done fixing everyone up. Lexus still had a hole in her leg held together by a medpack. Alek was unconscious from a head wound and a broken arm. Dosair was the only one Talic managed to fix up stabilize after barely reassembling most of his insides.
Hōdek died within a few seconds of being placed on an operating table.
It was horrible, but Talic didn’t have time to dwell on it now. Chief Medical Officers never had time to dwell in the terrible, painful things they saw in an operating room. He had four more lives to save. Once he knew they were out of harms way, then he could let everything crash down around him.
But not one moment before.
“Induced coma unsuccessful. Vital signs in critical condition.”
The warning sounded again, and Talic tore himself away from Prash back to Koladi. She was deathly pale, and the rising motion of her breathing was slow and labored. Sweat started gathering on Talic’s brow as he quickly tried to restart the sequence again.
“Warning: hemorrhaging detected in upper abdomen.”
“Fuck, no, no, no, no,” Talic muttered in growing panic under his breath, “C’mon, Koladi, just hold on a little longer, c’mon…”
“Warning: blood pressure not detected. Pulse not detected.”
“No!” Talic abandoned the monitor and yanked back the covering over Koladi’s chest. Already he could see the dark shading of blood pooling under her skin. “Open defibrillators.”
Slots on either side of the operating table opened and he grabbed a defibrillator out from each. The voltage charged and he held the flat ends against her chest. Her body jolted from the current, but the heart monitor remained flat.
“C’mon, Koladi, hang in there…” He charged them again and winced from the loud sound of electricity discharging. Still, nothing. He tried again and her vital signs still remained flat. He tried not to look at the grayish hue growing in her complexion as he charged them up again.
“Talic—”
“I can do it, Zanvir,” Talic didn’t look back at him as he discharged the electricity a fourth time. Still no pulse. He could feel Zanvir’s eyes staring into the back of his head.
“Talic, listen—”
“I’m not losing her!” Talic shouted as he charged the defibrillator again. Koladi jolted on the table, but remained lifeless. “I’m not losing another one, I can do it!”
“The cutoff is three, Vellatang!” Talic flinched as Zanvir’s voice rose to a shout. He turned back to look at him, the defibrillators still clenched tightly in his hands. Only now he noticed how short and rapid his breath was.
“It’s three times,” Zanvir said with a long sad look on his face, “You know that. You’ve done five now. I… You have to move on.”
Talic’s breath froze in his chest. He was right, trying again now would just waste time. He turned back to Koladi, setting the defibrillators down as he finally looked at her still face. There was nothing, no breath, no fluttering of her eyes. Even now, he knew the color of her irises were drained under her eyelids, leaving behind a haunting milky white.
She was gone.
“Go back to Prash, Talic,” Zanvir’s voice grew softer, “He still needs you.”
Talic didn’t need any other prompting. Zanvir was right, he had to move on. He had to hold on, try and save the others as best he could. Just for a moment, he allowed his hands to shake as he pulled the cover over Koladi. The look of death disappeared under the blue sheet, and he exhaled sharply.
“I’m sorry, Koladi…” His hand rested on top of her head for just a moment, almost as though he was trying to comfort her through her passing. He inhaled sharply and pulled away, feeling a sharp sting of sadness in his chest as he came back to Prash. He could still feel Zanvir’s eyes on him, making sure he was able to keep moving forward.
Talic pushed the rest of his thinking to each piece of shrapnel he pulled out of Prash. He could keep going like this, focusing only on those still breathing. There would be time to mourn the others later. But for now, he could hold on for Lylimeph, Prash, and Dosair.
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"Sacrifices" is a really old WIP that was supposed to be all of the little things Talic and Zanvir were giving up in order for the larger group to survive and ensure they had enough resources for the forseeable future. Especially since none of them were sure when or even if they were going to be able to leave Earth.
(I opened this file and it said 'last modified in July 2018'.......)
I don't have a lot actually written for this, but the premise was focused around Talic and Zanvir. Talic starts noticing that their medicinal rations are more than they should be for the seven of them, and also starts noticing Zanvir's increasing irritability and avoidance whenever he tries to check on him. He finds out Zanvir has been cutting back on his supplements and medicine so that there's enough for everyone else.
I haven't even gotten to that part in the fic yet but here's a snippet anyway XD...... CW for eye stuff
Talic nodded. “’Kay, let me take a look.” He set his pad down and turned the light back on. “Look down.” Ganex looked down and Talic pushed his eyebrow up to see the underside of his eyelid. There was some scar tissue built up between the bottom of the lid and the eyeball. Talic tilted his head. “Hm, there’s some tissue collected up here. Want me to take care of it?”
“Sure.” Talic put down the light and went to retrieve a small scalpel, a local anesthesia, and sealer. When he came back, Ganex was still sitting patiently, his fingers intertwined in his lap.
“Okay, open your eyes as wide as you can and look down.” Ganex did just that as Talic applied the local to the top of his eye. “This might hurt a little.” He sat perfectly still as Talic lifted his eyelid and cut away at the tissue with the scalpel. Talic couldn’t help but be impressed with Ganex’s resolve. Not even a grunt was emitted from him as Talic finished cutting, sealed the bleeding flesh, and cleaned the blood away. Then again, Talic figured he shouldn’t be that surprised. This wasn’t the first time Ganex had a knife in his eye.
