2237-06-11 - Who Is The Prettiest?

Lyn visits Al in the Sick Bay to give him a proposed training schedule to get him up to speed. She teases him about what he said under the influence of morpha.

Date: 2237-06-11

Location: Sick Bay -- Vanguard

Related Scenes: None

Plot: None

Scene Number: 1123

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It's dinnertime in the infirmary, so Aldrich is sitting up in bed with a tray that he doesn't look nearly as enthusiastic about as he should. Still, he's dutifully making his way through a bowl of soup, bite after bite, probably more to keep the doctors happy than out of any real appetite.

Lyn finally finished her laundry and is back in her off-duty tans as she makes her way into the infirmary. She has the jacket tied around her waist by its sleeves though, because it's scratchy against the ouches on her back and arms. Seeing Al awake and eating inspires a smile on the woman's face as she makes her way over. "Hey, Al. You're looking a bit more yourself today," she comments, settling into a chair nearby.

Aldrich smiles a little when Lyn appears, looking up from his soup. Oh look, an excuse to put it aside! He does just that, and adjusts the blanket to be more comfortable. "Am I? Can't imagine how terrible I must look on a normal day," he jests weakly, and has a sip of water. "How're you feeling?"

"Let's just say you made for an interesting conversationalist on morpha," Lyn chuckles, leaning forward so she doesn't press her back against the chair. "I'm doing all right. Just sore. Felt like being in a car wreck, just a lot of aches and pains." She glances at the bowl. "What sort of gruel are they feeding you?"

"Really?" Aldrich chuckles, faintly. "To be honest, I don't remember much. It kind of goes in and out." He glances to the 'gruel', and shakes his head. "Some sort of stew, I guess. It's fine, my stomach just hasn't really settled, yet."

"Well, I've got your cake in the cooler in here. It's in the 3rd fridge from the left, in a box marked 'radioactive', so no one else eats it on you," Lyn whispers. She lowers her eyes when he says he doesn't remember much. "Don't worry, you didn't say anything I didn't chalk up to the drugs talking."

Aldrich looks a little surprised by that. "You do! Oh, well. In that case, I guess I had better get better fast..." He trails off, looking a bit worried by the way she says that. "What in the world did I say to cause you to make /that/ face?" Then a thought occurs to him, and he gets a faintly alarmed look. "Oh no, I didn't say anything /rude/ did I?"

That makes Lyn laugh as she shakes her head in the negative. "No, nothing rude. It was actually something very nice. Which I am pretty sure you'd never say sober."

Aldrich only looks /slightly/ less concerned by that. "Oh." He mulls that over, considering, and then finally decides, "Well, I'm glad it was something nice. I'm sure it was true, whatever it was." He sighs and has another drink of water.

"Why would you think it was necessarily true?" Lyn asks curiously, tilting her head to one side and studying him thoughtfully.

"Well," Aldrich says, slowly. "I don't believe in lying to make people feel good. I don't see that changing just because a crate landed on my head."

"Oh reaaaally?" Lyn drawls with a mischievous twinkle in her green eyes. "Well then, I am rather pleased at what I heard." Oh she's just teasing him now.

Aldrich looks toward the ceiling, and then laughs a little. "Well, I'm glad if /something/ good came out of this mess," he remarks, then gives Lyn a sort of sideways look. "You're just going to sit there and make me wonder what I said, aren't you?"

Lyn looks at the ceiling and taps her chin for a few moments as if debating letting the poor man off the hook. Then she chuckles. "You told me I was really pretty," she confesses. Mind you, even mentioning it makes her blush a little. "And that someone should tell me that."

Aldrich raises his eyebrows, and gee, look, now /he's/ turning red. You wouldn't think he'd have enough blood left for that, would you? "Oh." He smiles, a silly sort of self-conscious smile, and offers, "Well. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. But you know... I do think you could do with believing some of the good things about yourself."

"It wasn't uncomfortable, it was just, ah, surprising, after our prior conversations," Lyn says quietly, running a hand through her mussed hair. "And that's like the pot calling the kettle black, Al. You need to start believing those things too." She sighs. "What a pair we make in that respect."

Aldrich pulls the so-called stew back over, but mostly just stirs it with the spoon. "Well..." He stirs away, watching the bowl thoughtfully, and finally he offers, "Just because a person is fasting doesn't mean they can't smell the chocolate cake." He smiles, faintly, and has a bite of his stew. After he has swallows, he claims, "And I do believe good things about myself, you know. I just don't always agree with other people about what those are."

That gets another chuckle. "Well, you're pretty too. There, we're even now." The rest of his words make her pause. "I guess I'm much the same way," Lyn admits. "Have you thought about talking to Doctor Anders about that? He might be able to help. He's done a lot for me over the years." She eyes the stew. "Do you want me to smuggle you something from the galley?"

Aldrich burbles a laugh, nearly choking on the stew, then kind of presses a hand to his chest as he has to stop and recover a little. Chest wounds aren't any more fun than head wounds, apparently. "I don't think I really need help, honestly. But that's kind of you to suggest." The offer is met with a grateful smile, but a shake of his head. "No, that's okay. I'm sure in a couple of days I'll be craving something, but this is fine for now."

"Oh, that reminds me," Lyn says, as she starts digging around in the pockets of her jacket, awkwardly as it's not easy to do that when you're not wearing it properly. She finally pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it over. "Here, I wrote up a schedule for firearms, endurance, strength, and hand to hand training, based on day of the week. Once you've recovered from being Captain Shrapnel Catcher, we can start."

Aldrich blinks with obvious surprise, but he puts down his spoon and accepts the paper to open it and look through the schedule. "Well that's really kind of you," he says, though after a moment he winces a bit and holds out the schedule. "We'll have to adjust Wednesdays a bit. I have an... ah, standing engagement at that time. But really, this is wonderfully kind of you."

Lyn doesn't pry about the standing engagement. "Just let me know what works for you. I'm getting tired of spending all my time in Sick Bay, so we could probably both benefit from the extra training," she says with a smile. She stands then. "I should let you eat in peace and get some rest." She's trying not to be a bother.

Aldrich smiles and looks down at the bowl. "I suppose. I'll admit, I do kind of miss coffee." He looks up then, and adds, "I hope you'll come by again. It's nice having visitors. When I'm awake for it, anyway."

Lyn smiles and nods. "I will, and next time I'll bring you some coffee, if Cadmus clears it, ok?" she promises.

Aldrich smiles gratefully. "I don't know if he will, but I certainly do appreciate the thought. Thank you."

With that, she takes her leave


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