OOC Originally posted by Gregor - moved into the main game
Gregor walked into the kitchen, followed by Dr. Petrovin. Laisa looked so tired, sitting on the floor. Whatever she was cooking smelled very good, though he cringed a little when he saw how much she was having to make do with the minimalist kitchen. He walked over to her and kneeled down beside her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, as he didn't especially want Dr. Petrovin around for anything more intimate.
"Darling, we're done, except if you'd like to speak to the doctor. This all smells rather good, though it's obvious I should have asked for some kitchen equipment for you. The only thing is, I'm sure our concerned friends at ImpSec would have sent boxes and boxes, enough to fill the entire cabin." He hoped his attempt at humor would cheer her up.
Laisa raised his hand to her mouth, and kissed it, then rubbed her head on it, and laid her head on her knees with his hand encased between. Sitting down had been a very bad idea, and she couldn't begin to imagine how she was going to get up again. Her limbs had turned to jelly.
"Too..." she stopped and cleared her throat "...too small already."
This view of Laisa was alarming at best. Gregor dithered a bit, before finally rising up and calling Dr. Petrovin into the room.
"Dr. Petrovin, there's something wrong with Laisa. She's.... I don't know. Bad off."
Was she tired or reacting to.... But dammit, they'd been cleared by the med tech! It was too late for a reaction to the toxin.
Terrifying is more like it.
Laisa opened her eyes and saw the doctor coming in.
Somewhere in her mind she could hear Alys's voice telling her this was not imperial behaviour. Sitting on the kitchen floor was completely inappropriate.
She attempted to pull herself together and failed horribly, her eyes blinked several times before closing again.
The doctor entered the kitchen and knelt beside the Empress. He checked her pulse and respirations, and pulled out a few medical devices to perform other observations. He asked her, "Your Highness, are you feeling any pain?"
Laisa's skin was cold to the touch, and a little clammy. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, and her pulse rather weak.
She opened her eyes a little, although it felt as though she was pushing the weight of the world with each lid. She was having trouble focusing.
She shook her head almost imperceptibly, and let her eyes close again.
The doctor quickly eased her into a full lying position on the floor. He removed his jacket and placed it over her, but it was plainly not enough. He paused a moment, as he was used to issuing orders in these situations, however one did not order the Emperor around, especially when the last thing HIH needed was a reason to have another flashback.
"Sire," he said carefully, "the Empress needs to be covered with something warm."
"Um, uh...." Gregor was speechless. And scared. But he was composed enough to go to the bedroom and pull a heavy quilt off the bed. While he was at it, he grabbed a pillow for Laisa's head.
When he returned, he didn't wait for the doctor to tell him what to do; he slipped the pillow under Laisa's head and kissed her forehead while he was at it, and then covered her with the quilt. Then he sat right on the floor next to her, happy to not be wearing a uniform for once. He slipped a hand under the quilt and found Laisa's hand and gave it a little squeeze. Goodness, she is cold.
"Do you know what is going on, Dr. Petrovin?" he asked. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know.
"The Empress is just a bit shocky from all the day's events, Sire. She will be fine, but she needs to rest and be kept warm." He applied a hypospray to the side of her neck and administered a dose of synergine.
"Oh, I am glad to hear it! I think she was starting to settle down just when you were arriving; we were going to have a nap..." and other things... "but then..."
"Do you think we should move her to the...." Gregor didn't finish the sentence because suddenly there was a fire on the stove. Of course no one had been paying attention to Laisa's cooking when Laisa herself was in such bad shape.
Laisa's eyes fluttered momentarily as the stimulant entered her bloodstream, and she mumbled something under her breath.
Gregor had jumped up to deal with the fire -- that was in the heater rather than on the stove as he'd first thought -- just as he'd heard Laisa mumble something about berries. He grabbed a tube of fire extinguishing powder, turned off the heater, and opened it and plunged the powder into the oven. The combination of powder and what he now saw were burnt berries smelled awful, but the fire was out.
He went back and knelt down by Laisa, whose color was better and whose eyes were open and tracking him. "Darling, would you feel better moved into the bedroom? I'm sorry about the smell; your berry crumble caught on fire."
"Oh" Laisa looked downcast. "Sorry."
She looked down at the quilt over her, and started to try and sit up.
"Why... what'm I doing here?"
Gregor wanted to sweep Laisa up in his arms and carry her off to bed, but realistically it would likely throw out his back... She was not a small woman, she was lusciously curvy and... oh yes, he remembered how angry he'd been when he'd overheard Miles decribe her as zaftig, before he realized it was a compliment.
"Darling, you seem to have finally surrendered to shock over all this nonsense. Dr. Petrovin here gave you some synergine, and let me tell you how happy I am to see you back in your own head again." He reached down to take her hand and helped her to her feet, then stood behind her and put both arms behind her waist. It had the desired effect -- she relaxed into him. And... oops, another desired but somewhat embarassing effect on him... Well, he would happily use Laisa to hide behind until Dr. Petrovin was gone.
"Dr. Petrovin," he asked, "Since it appears that you're done evaluating us, and are hopefully convinced that while we've had a terrible day, we're going to be all right, would you mind just leaving us here to ourselves?"
Then he leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, just to be sure Dr. Petrovin would get the message.
Laisa rested back against him, yawning. Her knees were pretty wobbly and she wanted more than anything she could remember to be out of these horrible clothes and curled up around Gregor in a soft warm bed, under a duvet, with at least three pillows.
"Is there anything I ought to know before I go and be in a horizontal place?" She yawned again.
"No, I don't think so," the doctor answered. "Just take it easy, and get some rest, the both of you." He reclaimed his jacket and began packing away his instruments.