Back in the old stomping grounds

[ltlbtovik]

The first sensation of which Nora was aware when she woke up was pain. Her head was pounding, especially behind her eyes; it felt as though a midget with a hammer had taken up residence in the sockets. And oh, dear lord, the nausea. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed in, praying that she wouldn't throw up. The room felt like it was spinning

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Private to Lt. Tovik

[hart_of_time]

Lieutenant,

I am so sorry. Really, I am. I never would have gotten that drunk if I'd known we were going to be switched back. I didn't even realize I was getting that drunk. I mean, you apparently have the alcohol tolerance of a whelk--but that's not the point. I'm really sorry you have to endure my hangover. I'll make it up to you, soon, I promise. In the meantime I think Sickbay is well-stocked with analgesics.

Er, and if you puke in my quarters, please let me know where.

-Captain John Hart

Re: Private to Lt. Tovik

[ltlbtovik]

Captain -

Haven't puked yet. I've been able to keep it back by telling myself the nausea is all in my head. Whelk alcohol tolerance comes from never getting drunk before.

It's fine, at least you didn't do it on purpose.

Nora.

Re: Private to Lt. Tovik

[hart_of_time]

Nora,

I'm glad to hear that. It's a good trick.

Do you need anything? I could bring you a glass of water, or maybe someone from Sickbay with a hypo...

-John

Re: Private to Lt. Tovik

[ltlbtovik]

John -

I think I can go to sickbay on my own in a bit, but water would be great. I'm parched.

-Nora.

[hart_of_time]

John considered knocking, but his vague memories of the last time he'd been hungover suggested that the noise would not be welcome. They were his quarters, after all, so he keyed the door open.

He didn't have any painkillers to offer her (the replicator had been obnoxiously adamant about his lack of clearance to replicate drugs) but he'd managed to procure a glass of water, refreshingly cold. He moved to Nora's bedside as quietly as he was able. "Hey," he whispered.

[ltlbtovik]

With how sensitive her ears seemed to have become, Nora could hear the door opening and John stepping inside all too well. She turned her head to the side with not a little difficulty when she heard him whisper. "Hey," she answered, her voice just as quiet and significantly shakier.

[hart_of_time]

He held out the glass of water. She seemed in rough shape, and it was his fault, and he hadn't meant to do this to her. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Er, I brought you some water."

[ltlbtovik]

"Oh. Thank you," Nora said, and slowly maneuvered herself up onto her elbows to take the glass. Oh, it felt so good on her dry tongue; she was hard-pressed not to gulp it all down in two seconds. Small sips would be better for her, she knew. "Wasn't your fault," she said by way of consolation. She'd intended to yell at him, but he was being so considerate that she just couldn't.