isthisart | fermata

Linya sees Dr. Cheung onto a ship other than the Ariel, which agrees to tote him to Komarr very, very slowly, knocking him out for each jump and having someone look after him when he comes around green in the gills. It's not going to be a fun trip for him, but it's better than trying to collaborate with a multi-week conversational turnaround time. It's pricey - the ship has nonperishable cargo with no deadline at its destination and already employs a medtech, but still - but she thinks it's worth it.

Her business on Earth concluded, she examines the list of tourist attractions she didn't get around to, determines that none of them are worth sticking around for, and gets on a much faster vessel and goes all the way home. The first thing she does when there is go looking for whichever of the Count or Countess is easiest to find.

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thisvorlunatic

"Yes, that's... more or less what I was just thinking."

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isthisart

Pet pet pet. "Do you want to see the notes?"

From:

thisvorlunatic

"Sure."

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isthisart

She defines her pen's display area where it will be easy for him to see and calls them up. As an afterthought, she collects a new medical scan, compares it with the baseline in the old rib fractures, and pockets the scanner again with the new image saved as baseline complete with synthetic arm bones.

Edited Date: 2014-09-12 07:28 pm (UTC)

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thisvorlunatic

"The new and improved Miles," he jokes.

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isthisart

"Well, the new and slightly less breakable Miles. Maybe try to schedule your next batch of replacements?"

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thisvorlunatic

"I don't know about you, but I consider being less breakable a definite improvement. Anyway, I don't know if I want to replace any more bones - they only get trickier from here, I'm told. I'll wait and see."

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isthisart

"If your ribs were not so breakable," Linya says, "you could be less carefully squeezed."

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thisvorlunatic

"Yes, but I'd have to pay for that privilege by going through this business over again with my ribs. I'm not keen on the idea. Suggest it again in a few months when I've had time to forget how much it hurts."

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isthisart

She kisses his forehead again. "I'll make a note of it, if you're done reading the correspondence."

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thisvorlunatic

"Yeah. So you're on first-name terms with Uncle Simon now. Congratulations."

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isthisart

She withdraws the display from its hovering position over his face. "We'll see what comes of it, I suppose." Pet pet pet.

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thisvorlunatic

"...Was Mother with you when you got here?" he asks, trying without much success to peer around her.

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isthisart

"She was. She stepped out. Do you want me to go get her?"

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thisvorlunatic

"No, no, it's fine. I just wanted to confirm my memory."

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isthisart

"Your memory's fine." Pet pet. "You have probably been outrageously bored in here, haven't you? I don't even see a setup to pipe in music, what an inhospitably designed hospital."

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thisvorlunatic

"It's ImpMil, Linya. It's not supposed to be hospitable."

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isthisart

"What a fine excuse for leaving you with no functioning arms and nothing to do. I forgive those responsible completely and at once."

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thisvorlunatic

Miles snickers. (Ow.)

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isthisart

Forehead-kiss. "I think Quinn may have saturated me with all the war stories I wish to hear this week. But I successfully coaxed Dr. Cheung to Komarr, and he arrived the other day and is recuperating and cursing my name for talking him into it and celebrating the nice workspace I rented him. And pens are now available without custom order in three more colors. And I'm going to take physics courses and a little math when the next term starts. And I have to keep stopping myself from re-offering to show you simulations of Aral Adri because he's going to be exquisitely cute."