Date: 2016-06-03 09:04 pm (UTC)
cryptos: (Heaviest burdens)
From: [personal profile] cryptos
It was going to take Wash months, maybe even years to fully wipe the mental image of all that blood staining Maine’s armor and spilling out over the medical gurney and down onto the floor of the Pelican.

Marines called the hold of those drop ships Blood Trays and until a few weeks ago, Wash had always rolled his eyes at the needless melodrama but after watching Maine’s blood leak across the floor and every time 479’er had to tilt and angle the Pelican, he’d gained new respect for the ridiculous term.

He hadn’t even known it was possible for someone to lose that much blood and still live.

Wash’s poker face quite frankly sucked and the guilty look in his eyes as he followed that gesturing hand towards the still livid and angry looking pink scars was unmistakable.

“I know you’re impatient to get back out there but you need to take care of yourself and give yourself time to recover, Maine. They won’t implant that AI otherwise.” With a heavy sigh, Wash seemed to give up the fight and let himself be pulled the rest of the way onto the bed.

Maine’s bunk wasn’t any larger than the standard issue ones on the Mother of Invention so it was a tight squeeze. “Fine, don’t complain at me if I elbow you in the night.” He grumbled and slotted himself down between Maine and the edge of the bed as best he could.
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