Log: Lorna and Haller

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Jim visits Lorna in the sickbay after the Fury mission and makes sure she eats something.



Jim knocked quietly on the doorframe, plastic bag dangling in his other hand. He'd tried this the day before to find the occupant asleep, and was prepared for more of the same today. Though concerned, he was sure she needed the sleep more than she needed his company.

"Who is there?" Lorna turned her head to see Jim at the doorway. "Well hello there." She went to move but winced and just stayed where she was. "Come in. Come in."

Jim took in her IV and the tone of her voice. "Are you on the good drugs?" he hazarded, heading for the nearest chair.

"Oh yeah. I got burned pretty bad, so I got good stuff. At least..." Lorna leaned back into her pillow. "...at least I didn't get a broken bone. The last mission was horrible Jim. Just be glad you weren't there."

"I wish I had been." Jim took in her mottled skin. He was no stranger to burns. Between the raw patches he could see fresh, pink skin -- still sensitive and easily damaged, but healing. It seemed the reports of accelerated healing were true, at least.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking up into her green eyes. The question was obviously not about her burns.

"No. No you wouldn't want to be there. It was probably...no it was the worst thing I have seen to date." Lorna didn't hold his gaze for long and looked away. "I will survive."

Jim stared at her -- her refusal to meet his gaze, the empty expression on her face. He wasn't entirely clear on what she'd seen or done in Slorenia beyond the basics -- no one had been in any condition to provide a full debrief to anyone but Charles -- but her body language was closed. Even pain and exhaustion didn't usually cause such an extreme shut down. Not around him.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asked quietly.

"If you want to hear from a medicated me." Lorna said. "It is pretty long story for such a short amount of time."

"I don't have anywhere to be." He sighed. "I already know you worked too hard. You know you're green, right?"

"Am I?" Lorna looked down at her skin, "I guess that is what happens when you tow the Blackbird."

Jim sighed. Somehow he wasn't surprised.

"I'm not gonna bother asking when you last had any solids," he said, peeling away the plastic bag to reveal a carry-out container. "I picked this up at Frederico's. I thought you could use something other than jello, but I wanted it to be something you could keep down so I didn't try to cook." He added, because he knew at least some of the details of the mission, "It's eggplant parmesan."

Lorna smirked at Jim's gesture. "You aren't that bad at cooking." The smell of eggplant parmesan was like heaven. "It does smell way better than...well it smells better. I think the last time I ate something was Sunday."

"No, really?" Jim said with a lack of surprise so intense it threatened to form a vacuum. "Well, here you go. Call it karma for all the times you medicate the rest of us with your culinary skills. And to be clear, I will do the fork-as-an-airplane thing if I have to."

"If you have too?" Lorna winced again when moving her arm. "You might have too."

Jim raised an eyebrow. "Okay, either you're really not feeling well, or you've gone to frankly insane lengths to get me into some kind of cabana-boys-feeding-you-peeled-grapes fantasy."

"A girl can dream right?" She smirked at him.

"I guess. But just so you know, I'm not taking off my shirt."

"Damn. Maybe next time."