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To Laugh Again - Part 1 (Verbena Day 1 - Afternoon)
OOC: Part 1 of a Joint post from Largehobbit, Wandering Wolf, and Sail.
âItâs no good, I just canât do it.â Gill slumped back down into his chair with a light sheen of sweat on his brow. His muscles cramped from the attempted exertion and the wound itself itched like a nest of fire ants had set to work on his leg.
âWell,â Adler observed, âYah got from tha bed tah tha chair, Mistah Gill. Crutches," he continued, âseem awkward at first. Swinginâ yah bodty in sync is a bit disconcertinâ tah begin...but yahâll get tha hang of it.â Actually, today was a banner day in the boyâs recovery. The regrowth of his muscle tissue was astonishing, to say the least. A quick comparison to the healthy muscle of his left calf showed that Gill was within ten percent of a complete heal.
The hypoallergenic tissue graft that would complete the process was now on itsâ way to Beaumonde, their next destination. VMC had even secured an updated O.R. in the Huntsville Hospital. The procedure would be quick, painless, and most fortunate, performed as an âout patientâ surgery.
âTil yah get accustomed, Ahâm gonna have someone with yah every time yah move,â the medic offered. âTha Sistah will stay with yah fah awhile, and then Doctah Yeva. Miss Serenaâs volunteered tah help as well. Ah thought weâd give her tha evenin â shift.â
âI er, Iâll be ok.â Gill was a little horrified by the idea of making a complete tit of himself in front of just about every attractive woman of the ship though he supposed having Keller the Doc and members of the crew pitching in would be a likely alternative.
He tried to flex the muscle in his calf and winced as the pain flared up in response. He had to admit though that it was not as bad as it had been and some of his strength was returning. âWill there be a scar?â He asked, half hoping that that answer would be in the affirmative.
The Doc shook his head. âNope. When yah walk ouitta tha hospital on Beaumonde yahâll be all healed up.â He reviewed the chart on his cortex. âTell me,â he asked, âhave yah noticed any othah changes in yah muscles? Muscle growth in othah places is a potential side effect.â
In the corner, the nun adjusted her braid from one side to the other, head tilted to regard Gill as Adler posed his question to the youth. For a moment, Ly pictured a darker meaning inlaid to the medicâs question: tumors, growths, and cysts chief among them. As her almond eyes washed over the boy, she hoped there would be no need for him to again go under the knife.
Gill blushed. He had in fact noticed a slight tightening to his abs and pecs. Things were firming up and it did not stop at his belt line. Well into his teens things had already begun to blossom down below and heâd picked up enough knowledge along the way to figure out what was what, but since the operation... Well let it just be said that matters had progressed and manhood was not so much a blossoming promise than a firm reality. With emphasis on the firm. Sharing a room with his little sister was starting to become something of a nightmare.
He glanced up towards the Sister and managed, âI guess.. a little.â
Adler nodded, his clinical demeanor fixed tightly in place before the blushing young man. âTah be expected,â he concluded the subject. âBut last night, somethinâ quite unexpected occurred. Have yah seen Haddie tahday?â
Gill looked relieved by the change of tack and shook his head. âShe snuck out late while I was sleeping and hasnât been back in yet. Figured she was after food given that Vas grounded her and she missed dinner last night. Iâd normally track her down butâŚâ he gestured toward his injured leg with a helpless lopsided smile.
Honestly he hadnât been too worried but now he blurted out, âWhy? Is she ok? She isnât in trouble again is she?â
The medic smiled at the nun. âApparently, she went tah tha gelley, lookinâ fah food. She found Marisol. Now, accordinâ tah what Marisol told me this morninâ....â
âOh no, what did she do?â Gills innards went cold at the mention of Marisol. What in the verse had his sister done to the mechanic this time. He could still remember the view down the barrel of that womanâs shotgun.
âShe played,â Dorianâs smile broadened. âShe anâ Marisol. They had hotdogs, anâ then tha pair of âem got up tah some mischief tahgethah. Tha Sistah here saw âem. Ahâll let her tell yah propah.â
âOh yes,â Lyen took a serious tone, eyebrows raised, âHaddie was a sight to behold. I fear you wouldnât believe me--I mean, I wouldnât have believed it if I hadnât seen it with my own eyes.â She shot Adler a mischievous smirk before recounting the shenanigans for Gill to hear. How sheâd happened upon the pair giggling together like a pair of criminals whoâd gotten away scott-free. From mustard guns, to mayo mohawks--all the way to Haddieâs delightful, erupting laughter.
âWe froze, but Haddie was in the wind. Iâve never heard anything come out of your sisterâs mouth before.â That stirred something in Lyen, âHow long has it been, that Haddie hasnât been speaking?â