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[July 3][Original] Down in the Dust
Title: Down in the Dust
Day/Theme: July 3, 2009 "to hear you breathe"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojay, Fado, Saselia, Simcha, Bashir
Rating: PG
"Is...Is he alive?" Simcha gasped.
"I dunno," his niece shrugged, "Someone should check to see if he's breathing." Though they had crowded closer to the man sprawled unconscious on the ground, they were still afraid to actually kneel down and touch him or otherwise draw closer to the prone form of such a dangerous criminal. For all they knew, he might be faking to draw them into some kind of trap.
Bashir grimaced. He had this annoying feeling that he was going to have to be the one who made the first move. Why did this type of thing always happen to him? He took a deep breath, readying himself to move in to feel Kojay K'bal's pulse.
But Fado walked right by him, kneeling down without hesitation. Saselia and Simcha blanched noticeably as Fado put his ear to the injured man's chest. "I can hear him breathing," Fado announced. "I'm glad." He smiled intently as he looked Kojay over for any major injuries and, not finding any, he dipped his arm gently under the downed man's shoulders and lifted his head to life in his lap.
Bashir was relieved that Fado had stepped up. He hadn't been exactly sure how to handle the situation in the first place. "Is there anything I can do?" he offered.
"I need a bottle of Simcha's orange oil ointment. I think I might be able to revive him with the scent."
"Ah-ha!" Simcha exclaimed, immediately dipping his hand into the bag, "So you admit it! This stuff really is good for something!"
"Stop lording it over Mr. Fado and just give him the bottle," Saselia urged him.
Simcha uncorked the top and passed the bottle to Fado. It might not be enough to wake the dead, but Bashir could clearly smell the sweet odor of orange oil wafting into the warm air. "If anyone has water left in their canteen, I'll probably be able to use that in a second. He's not going to be very happy when he wakes up. He's got a terrible sunburn and he's probably a bit dehydrated. Who knows how long he's been out here."
"Take mine," Bashir offered his water.
"Krugnak!" Kojay choked out loudly, his nose twitching even before his eyes opened.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the dirt," Simcha muttered.
"Mind your language around the young gentlefolk," Fado scolded the troublemaker a little too fondly for Simcha's taste. "This is the Mercia Road, near Camfuun. Is there anything we can do to help you? Would you like some water?"
"W-water would be good," Kojay coughed. His throat was dry with dust. He was a little disoriented but was beginning to notice the sting of his sunburn. His hand trembled as he gripped the canteen and hastily gulped the water down allowing a thin stream to trickle down his chin.
"I think he's going to be okay," Fado said happily.
Day/Theme: July 3, 2009 "to hear you breathe"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojay, Fado, Saselia, Simcha, Bashir
Rating: PG
"Is...Is he alive?" Simcha gasped.
"I dunno," his niece shrugged, "Someone should check to see if he's breathing." Though they had crowded closer to the man sprawled unconscious on the ground, they were still afraid to actually kneel down and touch him or otherwise draw closer to the prone form of such a dangerous criminal. For all they knew, he might be faking to draw them into some kind of trap.
Bashir grimaced. He had this annoying feeling that he was going to have to be the one who made the first move. Why did this type of thing always happen to him? He took a deep breath, readying himself to move in to feel Kojay K'bal's pulse.
But Fado walked right by him, kneeling down without hesitation. Saselia and Simcha blanched noticeably as Fado put his ear to the injured man's chest. "I can hear him breathing," Fado announced. "I'm glad." He smiled intently as he looked Kojay over for any major injuries and, not finding any, he dipped his arm gently under the downed man's shoulders and lifted his head to life in his lap.
Bashir was relieved that Fado had stepped up. He hadn't been exactly sure how to handle the situation in the first place. "Is there anything I can do?" he offered.
"I need a bottle of Simcha's orange oil ointment. I think I might be able to revive him with the scent."
"Ah-ha!" Simcha exclaimed, immediately dipping his hand into the bag, "So you admit it! This stuff really is good for something!"
"Stop lording it over Mr. Fado and just give him the bottle," Saselia urged him.
Simcha uncorked the top and passed the bottle to Fado. It might not be enough to wake the dead, but Bashir could clearly smell the sweet odor of orange oil wafting into the warm air. "If anyone has water left in their canteen, I'll probably be able to use that in a second. He's not going to be very happy when he wakes up. He's got a terrible sunburn and he's probably a bit dehydrated. Who knows how long he's been out here."
"Take mine," Bashir offered his water.
"Krugnak!" Kojay choked out loudly, his nose twitching even before his eyes opened.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the dirt," Simcha muttered.
"Mind your language around the young gentlefolk," Fado scolded the troublemaker a little too fondly for Simcha's taste. "This is the Mercia Road, near Camfuun. Is there anything we can do to help you? Would you like some water?"
"W-water would be good," Kojay coughed. His throat was dry with dust. He was a little disoriented but was beginning to notice the sting of his sunburn. His hand trembled as he gripped the canteen and hastily gulped the water down allowing a thin stream to trickle down his chin.
"I think he's going to be okay," Fado said happily.