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Siblings, Part Six.
Feb. 11th, 2019 12:07 pmBattlestar Galactica, post-war
As far as recoveries went, it wasn’t the greatest.
His bullet wound had been cleaned and kept sterile. Somehow he had avoided a secondary infection, but the damage to his muscle tissue was enough to keep him bedridden for several days. The pain was relentless. Either there was only so much morphine available or no one wanted to waste it on an enemy Cylon, but whatever they were putting in his IV was only taking the edge off at best.
That, at least, was a blessing in disguise. It meant that he didn’t have to think much about what was going to happen next.
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As far as recoveries went, it wasn’t the greatest.
His bullet wound had been cleaned and kept sterile. Somehow he had avoided a secondary infection, but the damage to his muscle tissue was enough to keep him bedridden for several days. The pain was relentless. Either there was only so much morphine available or no one wanted to waste it on an enemy Cylon, but whatever they were putting in his IV was only taking the edge off at best.
That, at least, was a blessing in disguise. It meant that he didn’t have to think much about what was going to happen next.
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