( regularly being knocked unconscious probably plays a role in thinking recurring head trauma is normal, okay, or a good pain management regimen. even having caught that incredulous look splashed across adrian's face, clarke isn't going to bother with a response. she's busy — maybe being a bit of a dick, springing chemical agents ground into his body on him like surprise is much better of a medical tactic. at least he white-knuckles the table instead of trying to take a swing at her. clarke can keep constant, uninterrupted pressure on that abdominal gsw, only glancing up at his head for a second to receive her own wave of relief because —
laughter was good. laughter was a god damn great sign, even if it sounded like it was being squeezed out of him like a threadbare washcloth in a vice. it's corny to insist laughter is the best medicine, but entirely reasonable to take a patient's wet, weary giggles as a sign that their airway is clear, their brain processing (terrible) humor, and their spirits relatively intact. wet, broken, and weak — regardless, clarke's taking that response as a good sign, and an opportunity to offer conversational distractions. )
You'd have competition. ( already bringing up that hundreds of deaths hang heavy around her throat like a noose? that do you ever see their faces, what you did will haunt you for the rest of your days, and you've killed more people than you've saved run on repeat over the barrage of bloody, mangled images she sees every time she closes her eyes?
...oh, no, nope. absolutely not doing that, we're talking about the ship. )
There are lots of angry ghosts around here already. They really don't need to add any more to their numbers, so keep breathing and don't give me any reason to get you a headstone in the first place.
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laughter was good. laughter was a god damn great sign, even if it sounded like it was being squeezed out of him like a threadbare washcloth in a vice. it's corny to insist laughter is the best medicine, but entirely reasonable to take a patient's wet, weary giggles as a sign that their airway is clear, their brain processing (terrible) humor, and their spirits relatively intact. wet, broken, and weak — regardless, clarke's taking that response as a good sign, and an opportunity to offer conversational distractions. )
You'd have competition. ( already bringing up that hundreds of deaths hang heavy around her throat like a noose? that do you ever see their faces, what you did will haunt you for the rest of your days, and you've killed more people than you've saved run on repeat over the barrage of bloody, mangled images she sees every time she closes her eyes?
...oh, no, nope. absolutely not doing that, we're talking about the ship. )
There are lots of angry ghosts around here already. They really don't need to add any more to their numbers, so keep breathing and don't give me any reason to get you a headstone in the first place.