First Job - The Cap'n
"Gorram men."
The grumble had Aidyn turning towards the hatchway into the infirmary, greeted by the sight of the cap'n looking like her day had been all manner of exciting up to the part where she started bleeding. "Job go south, cap'n?" she asked curiously, giving the woman a shove towards the medi-bed.
Pol rolled her eyes, still slightly naffed off by the fact that her pilot and her merc didn't seem to think she could take care of herself. "Not so bad as y'might think, Aidie," she told the cheery redhead, thumping up onto the bed. "Got paid, still got the goods ... should be takin' off any sec - ah." The rumble of the Nighthawke as she left land for the first time in over a month made her smile. "There ain't no bullet in there, just a gash needs closin'."
Aidyn, too, felt and heard the take off, her face lighting up with a happy smile. She really should remember to thank Chris for getting the ship back on her feet so quick. "How'd ya get shot?" she asked absently, before adding. "Coat and shirt need ta come off, if'n ya want me ta see it." As she spoke, she was collecting up what she needed - anesthetic, antiseptic, sterile thread, stitching needle, gauze, tape.
Pol grunted, already setting to peeling off her coat and shirt, completely unabashed when the unshaven face of Cobb poked in around the door. "Just a scratch, doc?" The cap'n rolled her eyes as Aidyn answered the merc in her merry little way. She didn't need checking up on, she was here, wasn't she?
A quick glance at the grumbling woman on the medi-bed told Aidyn all she needed to know about why Cobb was looking in. He was a big softie, really; shame he didn't let people see that side of him usually. "Ain't nothin' ta fuss 'bout, Grumpy Pants," she informed him, laughing at the grimace on his face when she used the nickname that so far only she could get away with. "Cap'n's gonna have a shiny new scar in a week or two, is all. Now git, I got work ta do." She shoo'd the big man out, pulling the hatch closed with a grin.
"Y'know, I been meanin' t'ask ya ... Grumpy Pants?" Pol returned the grin as Aidyn wandered back over, watching the redhead slip her hands into gloves and apply the local anesthetic to her surprisingly neat gash.
Aidyn laughed, leaning against the bed for a few minutes to wait for the anesthetic to take effect. "He'd squish me inta teeny bits if'n I told ya, cap'n," she said happily. "I just wouldn't give it a go if'n I was ya."
Pol snorted, prodding the skin around the edges of the injury. "I ain't feng le, I seen what he does when he's all crotchety and meanified," she laughed, taking a wad of iodine-soaked gauze and roughly cleaning the wound herself. "This feels t'be ready, kiddo, when y'are."
"Righty-o, then, cap." Sure was nice to be on a boat where folk knew how ta treat a medic, Aidyn reflected as she began the fiddly business of stitching up the little wound. "Just give him a bit-a time, k? He likes ya'll well 'enough, just don't got the words ta say it."
Pol watched her, fascinated as ever by the delicate spin of the needle through flesh. "Like I said, I ain't feng le," she grimaced as the stiches tugged the skin closed. "Pretty good at this, ain'tcha?"
Aidyn giggled, cutting the thread clear, and setting to covering the clean little wound with a softly padded dressing. "Take it ya know what's what in lookin' after that?"
Already halfway through the process of pulling her shirt on over her head, Pol glanced over at the redheaded medic, waving her hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, back in a coupla days, seen if'n it's fit fer t'stitches ta be cut out, and all," she grumbled. "Can I go? Got captain-y things t'be doin'."
Laughing merrily, Aidyn waved her on her way, disposing of her sharps in the box she had insisted be custom-made for the purpose before setting to tidying up. She barely heard the captain leave, up to her elbows in soap suds as she washed her hands industriously.
So ... first job on board the Nighthawke. And it had been a bullet wound. On the captain. Aidyn sighed, shaking her head with a grin as she dried her hands. Something told her this was going to be a lively boat to be living on.
"Gorram men."
The grumble had Aidyn turning towards the hatchway into the infirmary, greeted by the sight of the cap'n looking like her day had been all manner of exciting up to the part where she started bleeding. "Job go south, cap'n?" she asked curiously, giving the woman a shove towards the medi-bed.
Pol rolled her eyes, still slightly naffed off by the fact that her pilot and her merc didn't seem to think she could take care of herself. "Not so bad as y'might think, Aidie," she told the cheery redhead, thumping up onto the bed. "Got paid, still got the goods ... should be takin' off any sec - ah." The rumble of the Nighthawke as she left land for the first time in over a month made her smile. "There ain't no bullet in there, just a gash needs closin'."
Aidyn, too, felt and heard the take off, her face lighting up with a happy smile. She really should remember to thank Chris for getting the ship back on her feet so quick. "How'd ya get shot?" she asked absently, before adding. "Coat and shirt need ta come off, if'n ya want me ta see it." As she spoke, she was collecting up what she needed - anesthetic, antiseptic, sterile thread, stitching needle, gauze, tape.
Pol grunted, already setting to peeling off her coat and shirt, completely unabashed when the unshaven face of Cobb poked in around the door. "Just a scratch, doc?" The cap'n rolled her eyes as Aidyn answered the merc in her merry little way. She didn't need checking up on, she was here, wasn't she?
A quick glance at the grumbling woman on the medi-bed told Aidyn all she needed to know about why Cobb was looking in. He was a big softie, really; shame he didn't let people see that side of him usually. "Ain't nothin' ta fuss 'bout, Grumpy Pants," she informed him, laughing at the grimace on his face when she used the nickname that so far only she could get away with. "Cap'n's gonna have a shiny new scar in a week or two, is all. Now git, I got work ta do." She shoo'd the big man out, pulling the hatch closed with a grin.
"Y'know, I been meanin' t'ask ya ... Grumpy Pants?" Pol returned the grin as Aidyn wandered back over, watching the redhead slip her hands into gloves and apply the local anesthetic to her surprisingly neat gash.
Aidyn laughed, leaning against the bed for a few minutes to wait for the anesthetic to take effect. "He'd squish me inta teeny bits if'n I told ya, cap'n," she said happily. "I just wouldn't give it a go if'n I was ya."
Pol snorted, prodding the skin around the edges of the injury. "I ain't feng le, I seen what he does when he's all crotchety and meanified," she laughed, taking a wad of iodine-soaked gauze and roughly cleaning the wound herself. "This feels t'be ready, kiddo, when y'are."
"Righty-o, then, cap." Sure was nice to be on a boat where folk knew how ta treat a medic, Aidyn reflected as she began the fiddly business of stitching up the little wound. "Just give him a bit-a time, k? He likes ya'll well 'enough, just don't got the words ta say it."
Pol watched her, fascinated as ever by the delicate spin of the needle through flesh. "Like I said, I ain't feng le," she grimaced as the stiches tugged the skin closed. "Pretty good at this, ain'tcha?"
Aidyn giggled, cutting the thread clear, and setting to covering the clean little wound with a softly padded dressing. "Take it ya know what's what in lookin' after that?"
Already halfway through the process of pulling her shirt on over her head, Pol glanced over at the redheaded medic, waving her hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, back in a coupla days, seen if'n it's fit fer t'stitches ta be cut out, and all," she grumbled. "Can I go? Got captain-y things t'be doin'."
Laughing merrily, Aidyn waved her on her way, disposing of her sharps in the box she had insisted be custom-made for the purpose before setting to tidying up. She barely heard the captain leave, up to her elbows in soap suds as she washed her hands industriously.
So ... first job on board the Nighthawke. And it had been a bullet wound. On the captain. Aidyn sighed, shaking her head with a grin as she dried her hands. Something told her this was going to be a lively boat to be living on.