Lt. Cmdr. Ian O'Connor- Recovering

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((Sickbay, USS Ronin, in orbit of Gas Giant A, Ross 580 System))

Ian awoke to two faces standing above him. Both were familiar to him. One was framed by lavender hair which meant Chief Nurse Avae and the other was distinct as well with their glasses and cranial ridges. Neither looked extremely concerned, which calmed him a bit. Ian tilted his head in Renaie’s direction.

O’Connor: What hap…::he tried to sit up but stopped when a stab of pain shot through his abdomen:: Oooof. 

Shortrith/Avae: Response

The hypospray hissed as he looked at his belly area and slumped back down. The last thing he remembered was the tunnel giving way, dangling from the ductwork with something jabbing through his gut then being pulled downward and falling.Looking around he was obviously in sickbay now and Renaie was with him.

O’Connor: The rest? Wren, T’Fearne and the tech?

Shortrith/Avae: Response

Suddenly remembering.

O’Connor: The kids. Did you get the kids out?

Shortrith/Avae: Response

O’Connor: Ok, good. Thanks.

His eyes focused down to Renaie’s side.

O’Connor: What about your arm?

Shortrith: Response

He nodded then noticed several shards of rusted metal on the table behind him.

O'Connor: Were those from...?

Shortrith/Avae: Response

He let out a long breath and looked at the two medical professionals with gratitude. 

O’Connor: Thanks, the next several hundred rounds of drinks are on me.

He pointed across the room to where Dr. de la Croix stood near another patient.

O’Connor: Wait, I don’t owe her too, do I?

Shortrith/Avae: Response

He frowned.

Shortrith/Avae: Response

O’Connor: No, no. Not that. The pain’s definitely dialing down. ::he suppressed a chuckle ‘cause it hurt:: I was just trying to decide if it’s worse owing my life to her or Beck? Man, I need to stop getting hurt.

Shortrith/Avae: Response

Ian tried sitting back up again, this time a lot slower. The pain was receding. There was still a distinct red line across his abdomen where the skin was fused back together as well as some patches of what he guessed were remnants of radiation burns on his hand and torso where his suit was punctured.

He looked back at Renaie and made a head and eye gesture in the direction of the doorway. 

O’Connor: How long ‘til I can get outta here? Something tells me this isn’t even close to over with yet.

Shortrith/Avae: Response

Start Act 3 for O’Connor/TBC/Tags

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Lieutenant Commander Ian O’Connor

HCO

USS Ronin NCC-34523

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