[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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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. ]