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rose_griffes) wrote2008-07-07 06:38 pm
rose_griffes) wrote2008-07-07 06:38 pm
another BSG ficlet (Gaeta-centric)
Tiny fic written for DB. If I do any justice to Felix Gaeta and what has happened to him so far in season four, it's thanks to the lovely, thoughtful Gaeta fans on my f'list.
His first time to go back to his bunkroom--he'd wanted to try walking but the doctor had quickly put an end to that plan. Instead Dee had pushed him in a wheelchair. He'd practiced walking with the crutches in sickbay a few times, but Doc Cottle had been right--this was a much longer trip and he couldn't have made it on his own yet.
Frankly he was amazed that Cottle was letting him leave. Felix had been anxious to get back, but it had been Dee's influence that finally swayed the doctor. She'd been more determined than anyone to get him out of sickbay as soon as possible. Dee didn't trust Cottle, though she hid her disdain when persuading him to let Felix try sleeping in the bunkroom before his first shift at work the next day.
Normally he would have been given months away from work--time to wean off the strongest pain medications, weeks of rehab to learn mobility...
Nothing had been normal for a long time, though.
Sitting on the edge of his bunk, he watched Dee straighten up his already-neat locker. She'd folded the wheelchair and placed it in the corner; the crutches were within easy reach of his bed. Turning to face him again, she asked, "Do you want any help with anything else?"
"No!" The word came out sharper than he'd intended. "That's okay, thanks, Dee." He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. As she gazed back at him, he knew he wasn't fooling her. His face was probably pale, skin covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion of moving from chair to bed. In spite of his tiredness, he didn't want her to help him take off his uniform. Though she'd seen his leg in sickbay, he didn't want to have the indignity of being undressed by her.
"I'll come back in ten minutes, after you've gotten settled in."
Felix nodded, appreciative of her tact. He was grateful that no one else was in the bunkroom at the moment. Pulling off his jacket was easy but he was still not adept at dealing with trousers. After completing the task he checked that the bandages were still in place, then got under the covers and closed his eyes, leaning against his old lumpy pillow. It was such a relief not to hear machines beeping or to smell disinfectant; he didn't even mind the gym bag smell of the bunkroom for once. He'd hang up his uniform in just a minute...
He was asleep when Dee came back in the room and carefully placed his uniform inside his locker.
His first time to go back to his bunkroom--he'd wanted to try walking but the doctor had quickly put an end to that plan. Instead Dee had pushed him in a wheelchair. He'd practiced walking with the crutches in sickbay a few times, but Doc Cottle had been right--this was a much longer trip and he couldn't have made it on his own yet.
Frankly he was amazed that Cottle was letting him leave. Felix had been anxious to get back, but it had been Dee's influence that finally swayed the doctor. She'd been more determined than anyone to get him out of sickbay as soon as possible. Dee didn't trust Cottle, though she hid her disdain when persuading him to let Felix try sleeping in the bunkroom before his first shift at work the next day.
Normally he would have been given months away from work--time to wean off the strongest pain medications, weeks of rehab to learn mobility...
Nothing had been normal for a long time, though.
Sitting on the edge of his bunk, he watched Dee straighten up his already-neat locker. She'd folded the wheelchair and placed it in the corner; the crutches were within easy reach of his bed. Turning to face him again, she asked, "Do you want any help with anything else?"
"No!" The word came out sharper than he'd intended. "That's okay, thanks, Dee." He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. As she gazed back at him, he knew he wasn't fooling her. His face was probably pale, skin covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion of moving from chair to bed. In spite of his tiredness, he didn't want her to help him take off his uniform. Though she'd seen his leg in sickbay, he didn't want to have the indignity of being undressed by her.
"I'll come back in ten minutes, after you've gotten settled in."
Felix nodded, appreciative of her tact. He was grateful that no one else was in the bunkroom at the moment. Pulling off his jacket was easy but he was still not adept at dealing with trousers. After completing the task he checked that the bandages were still in place, then got under the covers and closed his eyes, leaning against his old lumpy pillow. It was such a relief not to hear machines beeping or to smell disinfectant; he didn't even mind the gym bag smell of the bunkroom for once. He'd hang up his uniform in just a minute...
He was asleep when Dee came back in the room and carefully placed his uniform inside his locker.
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ETA: There is a new comm you can post it on:
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It's rather short to post to a comm... I'll think about it.
eta: short Gaeta (and Kara) fic written for me, here (http://njborba.livejournal.com/426496.html). More Gaeta for everyone!
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*off to read new fic*
Hmm . . . he's easy for me. Here is where I thought you really got him well.
"No!" The word came out sharper than he'd intended. "
He's sweet but can be fierce and independent. *hugs Gaeta* And your Dee has an endless amount of patience with him, they are interesting together. (My Dee has less . . . patience, in general. Except for maybe with Felix. :-) )
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At any rate, I'm saving the link to your Gaeta recs because there are some I haven't read yet... I just don't have time to read them right now. More recs would be awesome, though. *g*
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Anyway, about your story: I think one of the things I found really entrancing about your fic was the little details about Felix's situation that you got really spot on - the difficulty he has dealing with pants, the wheelchair discharge because he's still too weak to make such a long walk on crutches, the fact that he's relieved not to hear beeping monitors and smell disinfectant anymore. You often have such a good awareness of the five senses in your fic, something I also really noticed appreciatively in your "Life" fic from a while ago.
I think my absolute favorite line in this is: Nothing had been normal for a long time, though. I can't quite explain why, but it just jumped out and grabbed me.
Great ficlet.
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...one of the things I found really entrancing about your fic was the little details about Felix's situation that you got really spot on - the difficulty he has dealing with pants, the wheelchair discharge because he's still too weak to make such a long walk on crutches, the fact that he's relieved not to hear beeping monitors and smell disinfectant anymore.
I can only begin to speculate on how much this injury is going to change all the little things he took for granted before. I'm glad it seemed right to you--actually your reaction (and DB's) got me thinking quite a bit about him, which is why I felt like I could try writing this.
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