Then it's Kaburagi's problem. He should've told you no.
[Firm, absolute. They're short handed, don't have much intel, but that's no excuse to throw someone raw at the problem and hope for the best - not when they have plenty of recruits who are more well versed in combat and not when it's been proven that whatever was on the ship (cats?) was more than happy to gut someone.
It's irresponsible, stupid on a basic level. She should be more surprised than she is, but it's been a long couple of days and hearing about adults issuing orders with their hands over their eyes is starting to seem like CDC standard issue.]
[ He shakes his head. He may be sleepy and sick, but he's not as green as Shepard might think. In military terms he is, but exterminating dangerous creatures is an area of expertise... or it should be. ]
Nah it's not. I didn't tell him I wasn't sleepin', didn't want him to know. I wanted to go after it. I know how to hunt, I've taken hundreds of monsters down, I can do it in my sleep. It shoulda been cake.
[ Oops. He winces at his own mention of cake. Angels, he's so out of it he's breaking his own rule about never mentioning cake again. He flops back against the pillow, defeated. ]
[Whatever he says, however experienced he might be - it doesn't really do much to change her mind. Kaburagi is a commanding officer, or as close to one as they're likely to get in the CDC. He's supposed to be looking out for his people where the Instructors either can't or, more likely in her mind, don't care to.
It's Kotetsu's job to keep tabs on his people, to know things like who hasn't been sleeping, to know them well enough to tell that kind of thing from just looking at them. It's not a big unit. To her mind - unfair as it is - it shouldn't be that hard.
Maybe some of that strict expectation shows in her face, but it isn't really meant for him. After a moment, Shepard sits back, scuffs the heel of her hand absently across the underside of her jaw.]
Probably a good plan. Next time I tell you to talk to someone, maybe think about doing it?
[ His ears droop more at the suggestion, the guilt for his own predicament weighing heavily on him. But a moment later they twitch and perk again as he remembers something. ]
Shepard? The reason I called you... you said to call if I'm in trouble, right?
[ He's repeating the question to be sure, because he can't remember if he asked it just a few minutes ago, (and he did, when he elbow-dialed her). He got side-tracked into explaining why he was in medical, but he actually didn't call her for that reason...
[She narrows her eyes faintly and rocks forward where she sits. Okay, consider her interest redirected from plotting how to best beat responsibility into Kaburagi back to Jasper.]
I did. What's the matter?
[She's not going to say the Neheda's on board medical tech is so expansive that it could fix everything under the sun (though something the CDC has is - a thought she dismisses forcefully; better not to think about Blue's mission regardless of how many bodies they have piling up now; whatever had been used to bring those recruits back wasn't accessible to them now, so might as well forget about it) - but Jasper's hands at least looked like they were pretty well taken care of.
[ Jasper looks worried as he glances from the commander to his wrapped hands, then to the small table beside his bed. There's a juicebox sitting there, knocked over but unopened. ]
[There is a long, pregnant pause of silence - filled by the low beeps and whirr of medical's machinery, a cough from someone in another bed - as Shepard follows his eyes to the juicebox. She fixes it with a flat stare and then her hand moves out, takes it off the small table.
She balances it on her knee with one hand, peels the straw out of its wrapper with the other, and pierces the foil seal with a no-nonsense flick of the wrist before holding it out to Jasper so he can (hopefully) clumsily clutch it between his football shaped bandaged hands.
[ The long silence that follows is just enough to make him think... maybe juicebox emergencies aren't the kind of thing he should be calling Shepard in for. Maybe somebody already in medical could've taken care of that. But it made sense in his head at the time; in trouble, call Shepard. Everything he told her about the spacecat hunt, the burns, and his sleep deprivation... it had all been nothing but him being side-tracked from accomplishing this goal. ]
Thanks.
[ He sits up again and takes it, clumsily indeed, balancing it more between his wrists than his hands. Finally, apple juice. He woke up so thirsty. ]
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Then it's Kaburagi's problem. He should've told you no.
[Firm, absolute. They're short handed, don't have much intel, but that's no excuse to throw someone raw at the problem and hope for the best - not when they have plenty of recruits who are more well versed in combat and not when it's been proven that whatever was on the ship (cats?) was more than happy to gut someone.
It's irresponsible, stupid on a basic level. She should be more surprised than she is, but it's been a long couple of days and hearing about adults issuing orders with their hands over their eyes is starting to seem like CDC standard issue.]
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Nah it's not. I didn't tell him I wasn't sleepin', didn't want him to know. I wanted to go after it. I know how to hunt, I've taken hundreds of monsters down, I can do it in my sleep. It shoulda been cake.
[ Oops. He winces at his own mention of cake. Angels, he's so out of it he's breaking his own rule about never mentioning cake again. He flops back against the pillow, defeated. ]
I'm never not sleepin' that long again.
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It's Kotetsu's job to keep tabs on his people, to know things like who hasn't been sleeping, to know them well enough to tell that kind of thing from just looking at them. It's not a big unit. To her mind - unfair as it is - it shouldn't be that hard.
Maybe some of that strict expectation shows in her face, but it isn't really meant for him. After a moment, Shepard sits back, scuffs the heel of her hand absently across the underside of her jaw.]
Probably a good plan. Next time I tell you to talk to someone, maybe think about doing it?
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[ His ears droop more at the suggestion, the guilt for his own predicament weighing heavily on him. But a moment later they twitch and perk again as he remembers something. ]
Shepard? The reason I called you... you said to call if I'm in trouble, right?
[ He's repeating the question to be sure, because he can't remember if he asked it just a few minutes ago, (and he did, when he elbow-dialed her). He got side-tracked into explaining why he was in medical, but he actually didn't call her for that reason...
Apparently he's still in trouble. ]
wow thanks notif satan
I did. What's the matter?
[She's not going to say the Neheda's on board medical tech is so expansive that it could fix everything under the sun (though something the CDC has is - a thought she dismisses forcefully; better not to think about Blue's mission regardless of how many bodies they have piling up now; whatever had been used to bring those recruits back wasn't accessible to them now, so might as well forget about it) - but Jasper's hands at least looked like they were pretty well taken care of.
So then what was the issue?]
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I can't get the straw in.
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She balances it on her knee with one hand, peels the straw out of its wrapper with the other, and pierces the foil seal with a no-nonsense flick of the wrist before holding it out to Jasper so he can (hopefully) clumsily clutch it between his football shaped bandaged hands.
Okay. Sure.]
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Thanks.
[ He sits up again and takes it, clumsily indeed, balancing it more between his wrists than his hands. Finally, apple juice. He woke up so thirsty. ]