Friday Afternoon, July 29th.
2050
Pembrook yawns and stretches
as he wakes, wincing slightly at the still uncomfortable sensation of newly
healed bones aching with each movement. A low groan slips from his mouth as he
continues to stretch and yawn. "Fucking moronic nanites." He mutters.
"Blaming the nanites
for your troubles now huh?" A raspy voice calls out to his left.
Turning his head slowly to
avoid the pain, Pembrook opens his eyes to see who had spoken. His eyes latch
onto the supine form of his best friend. "Nigel!" Trying to sit up,
his face winces in pain and he gives up as a huge grin plasters across his
face. "Good to see you bud."
Nigel lets out a small
chuckle at the look on Michael's face. "Well what did you expect. You
really think your skinny ass could hurt me?"
"Fucking moron."
Pembrook mutters under his breath. "Why didn't you move?"
"What, and miss the
show? How else was I going to get you on top of me?" Nigel chuckles again,
his hand going to his stomach as he cringes from the pain.
"Fucking perverted
hentai bastard." Pembrook grins at Nigel. "It's good to see you
man."
The door to the med bay
opens as each man grins at the other in silent friendship. Bill, walking into
the room notices and smiles. "So you're both awake now huh. Oi Pembrook
you ass, how's the ribs?"
"Bill! Hi there, uh, they're
fine, a bit sore but fine." Pembrook automatically tenses as Bill moves
closer and bends over his bed with a grim look on his face.
"Be more careful next
time asshole!" he whispers as he leans closer. "I nearly lost both of
you!" A smile breaks across his face and he kisses Pembrook on the forehead
like a child. "I'm glad you're okay Michael. I'll consider beating your
ass when you're feeling better." Another grin creases Bill's face as he
pats Michael's cheek and turns to the other bed, planting a tender kiss on
Nigel's lips. "Morning love." He says huskily. "How are you
feeling today?"
Smiling back, Nigel raises
his hand to cup Bill's face. "I'm good love. A little sore, but otherwise
pretty good. Happy to be alive."
Taking a seat on the edge of
the bed Bill turns to view both bed bound men. "So uh, I spoke to the
Captain and he wants me to re supply the Condor." Bill says, looking down
at their clasped hands in avoidance.
"What!? But I JUST
finished unloading that fucking ship." Shaking Bill's hand to get his
attention, Nigel looks at him questioningly. "Why is he getting you to do
that Bill?" He asks.
"Well, apparently we're
going to be bringing it with us now. He didn't really explain what happened,
just apologized for asking me to be away from you, but that it needed to be
done soonest." He sighs and finally looks at Nigel. "But that also
means I'm not going to be able to visit as much as I'd like Love."
Smiling reassuringly, Nigel
tightens his grip on Bill's hand. "It's okay love. At least it'll be you
restocking. Have you got my supply notes?" He asks.
"Of course I do. I
don't want you to kill me if I do it wrong." He smiles and chuckles, his
eyes flicking towards his comm band. "Dammit, I'm going to be late. I need
to go brief your men love. I've two days to get everything back in place."
Leaning down he kisses Nigel and rises from the bed. Turning back towards Michael,
he waves a finger at him. "No hitting on my husband Michael."
"Sure thing Bill. I'm
too tired and sore anyway."
A laughing Bill walks away
shaking his head and muttering under his breath. "You two behave." He
calls back as he exits and the two bed bound men turn to each other smiling.
"We've gotta behave
Nigel."
"We've been told
Michael. Now be good and let me sleep!"
Both men grin at each other
like fools and relax back onto their respective beds, the relief of the moment
overcoming their fear as they both drift off to sleep.
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