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bloodsprout[ FINE! You want the Butcher?! COME ON!!!
Blood pours steadily through every shoddy weld of the Iron Lung, thick and metallic in the back of his throat. His body sways, but adrenaline and spite buzz just below the surface of his blistered skin. It's hard to tell what's real- what's the Monster fucking with his head and what's right in front of him- leaving him detached from his body. Almost like he's watching what's happening, but not really comprehending.
He'd retrieved the black box somehow. He doesn't really remember doing it, just the frantic need to keep it safe. To make sure it survives whatever is about to happen. An inevitable end, Simon thinks. This was never an expedition. But fuck if he's going to take an execution lying down. The ship comes alive, tethering him to the battered, rusted hull to halt his progress, and through sheer force of will, he manages not to black out as he rips himself away from the tendrils of matter that have started spreading through the submarine.
White-hot, tearing pain radiates from his left side, and it's with only vague concern that his arm doesn't seem to be cooperating.
Fuck you!! DIE!!!
Vaguely, Simon understands that he's dying.
As the blood fills the small compartment, there's nowhere to escape as it coats his skin while he continues to scream at a monster that may not even hear him. May not understand his desperation.
His vision whites out, a thunderous groaning deafening him while everything else seems to fall away. He hears voices, but he can't tell what they're saying through the ringing in his ears and the almost underwater quality they take on.
drip.drip.drip.
The steady noise of wet splatters on a floor is what draws his attention that something isn't right.
Gone is the chest-height blood slowly closing in on his inevitable death. His head throbs, but he manages to open his eyes, not understanding what he's seeing.
Where he's standing is pristine- save for the spreading pool of blood beneath him- what's even more surprising are the concerned and afraid faces looking at him as they back away like one might from a rabid beast. As if there were any of those left in existence. ]
STOP FUCKING WITH MY HEAD! You won!!
[ He screams his frustration until his voice cracks, the effort and fight draining out of him as his knees buckle and his vision greys out and finally goes dark. The last thing he sees is a pair of boots before he succumbs to oblivion. ]
Blood pours steadily through every shoddy weld of the Iron Lung, thick and metallic in the back of his throat. His body sways, but adrenaline and spite buzz just below the surface of his blistered skin. It's hard to tell what's real- what's the Monster fucking with his head and what's right in front of him- leaving him detached from his body. Almost like he's watching what's happening, but not really comprehending.
He'd retrieved the black box somehow. He doesn't really remember doing it, just the frantic need to keep it safe. To make sure it survives whatever is about to happen. An inevitable end, Simon thinks. This was never an expedition. But fuck if he's going to take an execution lying down. The ship comes alive, tethering him to the battered, rusted hull to halt his progress, and through sheer force of will, he manages not to black out as he rips himself away from the tendrils of matter that have started spreading through the submarine.
White-hot, tearing pain radiates from his left side, and it's with only vague concern that his arm doesn't seem to be cooperating.
Fuck you!! DIE!!!
Vaguely, Simon understands that he's dying.
As the blood fills the small compartment, there's nowhere to escape as it coats his skin while he continues to scream at a monster that may not even hear him. May not understand his desperation.
His vision whites out, a thunderous groaning deafening him while everything else seems to fall away. He hears voices, but he can't tell what they're saying through the ringing in his ears and the almost underwater quality they take on.
drip.drip.drip.
The steady noise of wet splatters on a floor is what draws his attention that something isn't right.
Gone is the chest-height blood slowly closing in on his inevitable death. His head throbs, but he manages to open his eyes, not understanding what he's seeing.
Where he's standing is pristine- save for the spreading pool of blood beneath him- what's even more surprising are the concerned and afraid faces looking at him as they back away like one might from a rabid beast. As if there were any of those left in existence. ]
STOP FUCKING WITH MY HEAD! You won!!
[ He screams his frustration until his voice cracks, the effort and fight draining out of him as his knees buckle and his vision greys out and finally goes dark. The last thing he sees is a pair of boots before he succumbs to oblivion. ]
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Date: 2026-05-09 12:45 am (UTC)Voices, faintly. Fewer than before. More than there should be.]
--don't know what in the hell this poor sonofabitch got himself into but by every scan he's lucky to still be alive.
And the blood?
A lot of it's his, but definitely not most. Can't rightly determine what the contaminant is either. Might have to do with the fact he's radioactive yet.
Well, you pretty much wrote the book on procedures for that, Bones. I'll keep security here on standby just in case. He so much as blinks I want to know about it. Scotty's pulling his hair out trying to figure out how and Where this guy beamed aboard from.
[Jim Kirk watches the stranger strapped down to a biobed in the quarantine room from behind the safety field protecting him and Dr. McCoy from the radiation they're still working on getting under control.]
Maybe he'll be more lucid once we can get him stable.
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Date: 2026-05-09 01:38 am (UTC)His chest tightens when he realizes he doesn't hear Ava's voice. It isn't that he wants to hear her, but he's obviously not dead.. the COI must have pulled him back... right?
No. That doesn't make sense.. Just open your eyes. Open your eyes. Look. Something he can't name pulls him back under the current.
His eyelids feel like they weigh a ton, and it takes longer than he'd like for them to cooperate. The voices are gone for now, but when he manages to open his eyes, all he sees is bright light. Simon sucks in a pained breath between his teeth, screwing his eyes closed. Okay, so he's not dead. Unless this is some form of punishment. He couldn't deny that was something he deserved. There's a shrill beeping that seems to beat in time with his jackrabbiting heartbeat as he manages to look around and not recognize anything.
Everything looks too pristine. Too new for anything after the Quiet Rapture.
He tries to sit up, but his momentum is stopped by something keeping him strapped down.
Fuck. ]
Wh-the fck-- [ His words stumble together as they're wheezed out, panic and anger starting to rise as he tries to fight weakly at the restraints. ]
I did what you asked me to!! I earned my freedom!
[ When there's no immediate reply, his struggle becomes more erratic, his plea desperate and angry. ] You can't just keep me here! FUCK YOU!!
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Date: 2026-05-17 12:59 pm (UTC)[The nurse on duty had been gearing up to try to reassure their strange patient the moment he woke up disoriented but the speed at which the patient turned violent has prompted the call for backup immediately.
It's not more than a minute later that a gruff Southern drawl filters into the quarantined room.]
Easy, kid. Look t'yer left. [The doctor can be seen lifting one hand in a way of greeting from the other side of the field.]
You're only restrained until we can clear you from radiation risk. You showed up barely alive, radioactive and with erratic vitals. We're gonna take care of you, but you need to relax. I'm gonna suit up here and come in t'give you a painkiller. You can watch th'whole thing if it makes you feel better. That alright?
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Date: 2026-05-17 11:36 pm (UTC)He lets out a shaky exhale, listening to the disembodied voice, looking to his left. His vision is still a little hazy and out of focus, but he does see the owner of the voice waving on the other side of the glass. He's behind glass and strapped down like a goddamn experiment. The bravado he felt when he woke up drains out of him all at once, limbs suddenly too tired to cooperate. He's not really in a position to fight back. Even in that goddamn submarine, he had opportunities to fight.
Simon listens, though he doesn't know how much he believes. Anyone in that kind of position could say whatever the fuck they wanted. He should be in more pain than he is. We're gonna take care of you, but you need to relax. I'm gonna suit up here and come in t'give you a painkiller. They're keeping him docile with drugs. Ice slithers through his veins, and he tries not to let the panic take over, but whatever he's attached to picks up his heart rate anyway. ]
What else are you going to do to me?
[ He doesn't trust the calm, matter-of-fact bedside manner. No one just helps someone without there being a cost. When supplies are limited, and god are they so fucking limited, why bother helping someone who shows up radioactive and with erratic vitals? It doesn't make any goddamn sense. ]
Where am I? [ He takes a good, long look around where he's at, really taking things in. ] Let me talk to Ava.
[ If he could just talk to her, explain what happened, maybe they'd let him go. He'd done what they'd asked. He'd done it. He doesn't have anything more to give them.. Maybe she'll keep her promise. ]
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Date: 2026-05-26 12:14 am (UTC)Well, seein' as how I'm a doctor...Whatever needs treating. Once you're not sending anyone in contact with you to my medbay for radiation exposure, we'll triage as needed.
[The distortion of the voice changes from one comms system to another as the doctor steps into the shielded area in full radiation protection. The nurse will have sent word to the bridge. Bones expects the captain to be making an appearance sooner or later now that their mysterious patient is awake.]
No one rightly knows how the hell you ended Up here, but you're aboard the USS Enterprise-A. Your dramatic entrance irradiated a few people we've got off duty resting now, which is when we took precautions to make sure you weren't any more danger to yourself or others for th'time being.
[While he speaks, the doctor fetches the cartridge he wants for the hypo and lets Simon watch him get it prepped for administration.]
I'm gonna give you a painkiller now, alright? We don't have an Ava here. You're the only one who showed up.
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Date: 2026-05-26 12:41 am (UTC)I--I didn't mean to hurt them, I didn't know...
[ Are you out of your mind?! You just blasted us with radiation, you psycho Eden fuck! This doctor is talking as if it doesn't matter that he fucking irradiated people and his mind refuses to come up with a reason why. He tugs weakly at the restraint around his remaining wrist, though he knows there's no real give to it. For something to do, maybe. So it doesn't seem like he's just rolling over and dying. ]
..You're not COI, are you? [ Which is raising even more impossible questions. How is that even possible? The Consolidation of Iron is everywhere. That, and where can they go in the universe they won't follow? Nowhere. ]