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Medical Post: The Gym

Susan, Zhaan, and others have numerous cots set up with dividers, and a table with their instruments in one corner of the gym. They are treated the injured and preparing for more casualties. After some quick and hasty introductions, they got ready for any incoming patients and hoped there wouldn't be any.

ETA: Post is closed to new play as of 11:22 EST. If you're injured, come into the clinic tomorrow-- the doctors are as fried as their players.

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Worried, Zhaan glances at Lyta, "What happened to her?" She takes in the slightly odd cast to the woman's eyes, but doesn't comment on it.

Ivanova nodded at Lyta's explanation, still looking down at her hand, gripping her gun.

"Ivanova..." Lyta looks her in the eye. Her hand drapes over the PPG. "Let go."

Ivanova lets go. Her defenses might be down entirely because of her concussion. "Spare energy packs and 'nades in my pockets," she murmurs. "Might need them."

"Thank you," Zhaan replied, eyes assessing the look in Ivanova's eyes. Reaching the bed, Zhaan said, "Sit down, please." She touched the hand still wrapped around the gun, "And try not to shoot anyone."

She turned away to locate a blanket, then glanced back and looked at Lyta. "Both of you, please."

Ivanova sat as she handed the gun to Lyta. "Lyta's fine. Lyta's always fine. Got . . . head things." She waves one hand rather vaguely. Her eyes start to flutter closed.

Lyta looked to Zhaan and gave her a flicker of a wary smile. She removed the energy packs and grenades.

Glancing at Lyta, Zhaan nodded, "Grab a blanket, she needs to be kept warm."

"Oh. no you don't. Stay talking to me, young lady," Zhaan ordered, her tone crisp. She reached a hand to clasp the young woman's shoulder. "Tell me about your favorite plants."

She forced her eyes open and frowned. "Don't really like plants. Always kill them." Her eyes began to flutter closed again. "Never grew in my quarters . . . hard to keep green things alive in space . . ."

"We do tend to dislike the... vastness of space. Although there are quite a few plants which thrive in the environment. Especially when placed close to a phase-shifting star," Zhaan paused, a strange little smile on her lips, then took her hands and closed her eyes to call on her energy reserves to start warming the young woman. Without opening them, she prompted, "And your favorite food?"

"I like vodka," Ivanova announced. "And chocolate. Tonks sells chocolate. I like Tonks, too."

She was starting to feel very sleepy and very fuzzy, like that stage of drunk she usually skipped, preferring instead to move right from 'belligerent' to 'passed out'.

Catching the comment about the head wound, and that she wasn't cold, Zhaan frowned slightly, but moved to inspect the wound. She reached for the sterile gauze and carefully wiped away the blood. Like most head wounds, it's bled far more than indicated. There was still a sizable gash in Ivanova's head.

"I don't believe you'll need stitches," was Zhaan's verdict as she shook her slightly. "But you need to stay awake. You may have a concussion."

"Really?" Ivanova said sarcastically. Or it would have been sarcastic if it had been more than a fuzzy mumble. She tried to sit up straighter and keep her eyes open, but it was getting much more difficult. This dratted fuzziness. If only it would clear away.

Zhaan pressed a pad to the wound to halt the bleeding, and eyed Ivanova's fluttering eyelids. "You need to stay awake, my dear." She paused, remembering they hadn't had time for introductions. "I am Zhaan, and you are?"

"Ivanova. Susan Ivanova. Commander. Daughter . . ." she continues, her words trailing off into inaudibility, but the phrases 'sorry ass', 'sweetheart', and 'god sent me' were definitely involved somehow.

"The goddess does have a sense of humour," Zhaan murmured, then her gaze sharpened. "Stay with me, Susan Ivanova."

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Placing the weaponry and munitions aside, Lyta reached for a blanket and assisted Zhaan as she covered Ivanova. She gave a wry smile at Zhaan's question, knowing Ivanova didn't have much of a green thumb.

Ivanova twitched, scowling at Lyta and trying to remove the blanket. "I'm not cold. I'm just tired. And bleeding from the head." She sounded almost normal, but her eyes were still very unfocused.

"It's called shock, Commander." Lyta gave her a frown. "Or trying to prevent it, anyway. Now... just let the woman do her job."

Ivanova just kept scowling, but stopped trying to interfere. "And cut out that 'commander' crap," she muttered.

Lyta gave a rueful smile. "Old habits die hard...don't they?"

"With a vengance. Hatin' you, fer example." Ivanova replied, nodding, and winced as it aggravated her head wound. "Ouch."

"There was a time we were almost friends." Lyta sighed. "I guess a lot's happened since then." She winced, thinking back to the events after the Shadow War, after the defeat of President Clark. Oh yes. Too much.

"Keyword there was 'almost'," Ivanova muttered. "You're not a bad guy, just a little . . . telepath-y. I don't like telepaths." Her eyes began to drift closed again.