Lesson learned: watch out for psychopaths
Izzy practically jumped awake when she woke up. Her vision. Something was wrong with it. She blinked several times to attempt to fix it only to be unable to move one of her eyes. She was forgetting parts of yesterday and had to move her head all the way around to see the room. A few more blinks and a dissatisfied hum. Her eyebrows pressed together and she winced when she did that.
She gently reached a hand up, which also had several scattered bandaids on it from the glass. She remembered that. Glass. And being so scared. And unbearable pain. Benoit. He did this. She knew that. The sick feeling of revulsion from thinking about him. She felt violated and pissed. And being carried. John. She could remember that too. The sound of gunfire being silenced and the snap of bones.
She ran her finger along the bandages. There was a small chirp from her omnitool and she pulled up her vitals only to wince. She went to speak and had to try to clear her throat a few times, only managing to rasp out a few words.
"This is The Normandy then?"
When John woke up the next morning, he recognized, that he fell asleep in his working chair, not in his bed. Annoyed like hell, he stood up and strechted himself. A small pain rushed through his back. When he wanted to go for sleep the last evening, he wasn’t able to. Shepard kept himself from wandering around on the Normandy, instead he started working. The datapads on the desk proved that. He sighed and headed to the bathroom. The person he saw in the mirror, was more a zombie.
John shook his head and decided to get ready for the day. Take a shower, pulling on fresh clothes and check mails on his terminal.
His first stop was the crewdeck. He needed coffee. Urgently.
He took a cup of coffee and entered the medbay after, seeing that Izzy was awake.
"Yes, this is the Normandy. We’re on our way to Noveria. Good morning." He sat down beside her bed. "How you’re feeling?"
"Alright. A bit like I got hit by a transport car." Her voice rasped as she spoke, but it didn’t seem to actually be painful. It just took more effort to speak than normal. She shrugged her shoulder softly and hissed when that moved against her bruises and cuts, "A lot of my memories from yesterday are fuzzy or I’m forgetting them. Also I think I’m a lovely shade of purple from my face to my middle. And I’m sort of really hoping Benoit is in jail and gets what he deserves. And if I could maybe get breakfast? Another side note that rolling around on the ground when there’s a broken mirror is a really bad idea for hands."
She held her hands up, one side being wrapped mostly and the other covered in small bandaids wiggling them for emphasis. She was in decent spirits and would probably be very excited if she didn’t feel like she had been steam rolled yesterday.
"Could you also ask Chakwas if I can get up and walk around. Or maybe Tali. I would really like to talk to everyone who helped me yesterday at least."
"James is making breakfast for everyone. Since we found out, that he is an excellent cook, he have to suffer because of it. I could get you a wheelchair, then you can cruse around in the Normandy and look after everyone." He smiled at her and took a sip from his coffee. "Don’t think you should walk by now. Take another day of rest, tomorrow the world looks different. Your wounds should heal really fast. And no purple, I can see."
John stood up and went to the other corner of the medbay. He took one of the three wheelchairs at the wall and pushed it to Izzy’s bed.
"Ready to go, my lady?", he asked with a grin.
"Not the first time I’ll be in one and not the last time I would bet." She smiled at him and shrugged before moving the blankets to the side and making grabby hands at John "While I could move myself I’m going to be brat. Put me in my throne O servant of mine. I would hate to fall and hurt myself even more." She is totally joking and sticks out her tongue at him.
"Who all is on the ship? And who patched me up?" There’s a sense of curiosity coming from her and then she thinks of something, a small pout and a frustrated sigh "Damn. I’ll probably have to borrow clothes from someone at some point. Stupid people causing more problems than necessary."