h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*he winces* hey that looks like it hurts. Take a seat I'll fix you up, no worries *he glances at his watch again and makes a face, then shakes it off and turns to the colonel*

Looks like the distractions have started so I'd take what you need and get outta here incase people come looking for the Lt here or someone else gets hurt.... possibly due to Petes 'distractions'. I think I've done all I can

*he smiles weakly and goes to grab some bandages*

Thanks Jack, I'll make sure that no blame rest on you

*Tucks her hair under her cap and goes looking for Walter*

*Sits down, looking worried.*

I hope that Private keeps his head down.

Dont worry, he'll be fine. As for you... *he comes back with some bandages and pulls round the wheely chair behind his desk sitting on it to examine her hand carefully* again, ouch. How high would you say your pain threshold is? *he wheels back in his chair and grabs a small box on the counter at the other end of the room*

*frowns at her outstreached hand.*

Reasonably high, I s'pose. Why?

Because getting glass out of your hand is likely to hurt and I wondered whether you wanted me to give you something to numb it *he rummages in the box for some things and glances at his watch*

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Ah I see.*considers this*
Don't bother, I'll be a masochist.

Alright, as you wish.... *he retrives the things he needs from the box and starts to remove pieces of glass placing them in a small tray wincing symapthetically*

*strides in* I'm looking for something to treat smoke inhalation. Some idiot bombed the cafeteria, someone by the name of Peter something-or-other. *looks around* Well, hurry up! *coughs*

*winces slightly as the glass is removed.

Suppresses a grin as Scott comes marching in.*

You can come back to me if you want.

Awfully kind of you. We met in the cafeteria, as I recall. What's your name again?

Lt Peace, sir.

*he continues to remove pieces of glass carefully wincing*

Take a seat. Take slow deep breaths. You seem alright to me but you never can tell

*he removes the last piece of glass carefully and drops it into the tray then wheels backwards on his chair to get something else from a draw. He turns to look at Scott*

Bombed the cafeteria? Thats a bit of stupid thing to do, what could anyone possibly gain from that? *he gets up* The effects of smoke inhalation arent always immediate. Even after you left the cafeteria and calmed down have you been coughing alot? Have you found breathing difficult? Had an upset stomach? Felt confused or tired etc?

*he turns back to piece and and starts to pour something from a bottle onto some contton wool*

This is going to sting alright? But I cant help that

<< oops! Piece = Peace. Sorry, its still too early for me >>

Tell me about it. I believe it was an attempt on my life. I haven't been too popular since I took over. Coughing and difficulty breathing, yeah. couldn't walk around my office without nearly keeling over.

*looks at the cotton wool nervously*

Err.. What is that stuff?

*dabs the cotton wool on Lt. Peaces hand carefully*

Its just something to clean the wound stop infection Colonel, nothing dangerous- although I know it smells awful *he stops dabbing and examines the hand carefully* *to Lt Peace* Flex your fingers a couple of times for me would you? Tell me if anything hurts suspicously other than from the cuts

*He wheels back in his chair dropping the cotton wool in the bin* Now as for you Colonel... An attempt on your life you think? You best be more careful then *he gets up from his chair and starts to search about the room* How close were you to the actual explosion? Do your throat and chest hurt? Burn at all?

*flexes her fingers and hisses through her teeth slightly*

*watches Jack tend to Scott.*

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It went off within a metre or two of me. There was smoke and a concussive blast. I managed to get my gasmask on *waves it around a bit* but I've been feeling badly off. Burning in my chest and throat, shortness of breath and coughing.

<< na-uh.... you'll never see it coming.... >>

Right *wheels over an oxygen machiney thing that I dont know the techincal name for* take some sleep deep breaths from this for a while. I'd like to keep you here for a little bit just to make sure there isnt any particularly serious long term damage. Just let me finish with Lt. Peace here

*turns back to her* so hows that hand feel?