You stay here, cher. I'll go check on Dr. Reynolds. *Kisses her and stands then walks into Sickbay.* Dr. Reynolds? *Sees Shadow.* Holy sh*t! But!? But?!
OOC: I'm so glad that use this thread to get them all out. Hopefully by the time I start writing for real, this thread will have emptied me of all novice mistakes.
*Scoots over and wraps her in his arms, for his comfort as well as her own.* *Quietly.* Dear Lord, Please help me in this time of loss and overwhelming grief. I don't understand why my life is filled with this pain and heartache. But I turn my eyes to you as I seek to find the strength to trust in your faithfulness. I will…
*Deadpan look.* You do realize that death by anything other than old age in the Regime is impossible, right? Let's just get him to the nearest Regime place and throw him in a Sarcophagus.
... My life blood and my family's income. Literally, I bleed ale. Only select Romulans do, and most are farmed for their blood. Very prestigious lifestyle. They have the longest lives than anyone else in the Empire!
*Wraps an arm around her.* He'll be fine, cher. He's survived a lot worse. Mainly the drink last night. If that SOB can get through ingesting practically pure alcohol, he can survive a little nightshade.