Post by Jorge Norton on Sept 21, 2012 14:21:29 GMT 1
Jorge's concern for Niko was just becoming more intense the more the medic spoke. He was not a violent man, being placid and slow to anger, but a steady flame of rage was burning in him now for the reviled Kris Milos. She had known all this; in all of Haven no-one would have known better than she the fragile state of Niko's health... and she had still hit him! His hand tightened on the edge of the bed, gripping it until his knuckles turned white. Never before in his life had Jorge actually wanted to kill someone, but if Kris had been there at that moment...
He breathed slow and steady trying to calm himself down, not wanting to agitate Niko further than he already was. Kris was gone, it was Niko who needed his attention right now. Jorge realised what was about to happen when Niko hiccuped and his abdomen tensed up. The medic waved the trash-can in front of him and Jorge leaned him forward just enough to ensure he didn't end up with the added embarrassment of puking on himself on top of everything else that had happened tonight.
“I had to try.” the medic muttered ruefully at Niko's adamant refusal to be taken to the med bay. He hadn't really expected Niko to acquiesce, not while he was still conscious, no matter how much he insisted, so he didn't bother. Jorge's stomach did its own flip-flop as Niko demanded he stay with him and he nodded his head slowly to the medic, trying to hide behind his usual stoic façade and not to look too elated at the prospect of spending more time in Niko's company. “I've got this.” he murmured softly to the medic.
Niko might just have been having a psychological reaction to the trauma he had just experienced, Kris' scent on him wasn't that strong and Jorge would have been surprised if he could actually smell it, but the other scents that still clung to to him, of worgan, blood, sweat and sex were very real from Jorge's perspective and not terribly pleasant either. He knew that he would not have been able to sleep with that smell in the room, and he was hoping the medic would get rid of that can of vomit soon too.
Jorge just knew Niko was going to try and stand up again and having half carried him back to his quarters tonight he also knew it was going to be an epic fail. Trying to stop the stubborn man however was a waste of time and would just piss him off so Jorge simply pretended he hadn't noticed the tensing of Niko's body just prior to his attempt to lurch to his feet. Only once Niko began his abrupt decent back to the bed did Jorge renew his grip on his arm to ensure he remained balanced as he sat down again heavily.
“I'll take care of it.” he murmured again reassuringly to Niko and turned back to the medic, wrinkling his nose at the trash-can in disgust. “Could you get that out of here now?” he asked quietly, starting to look a little green around the gills himself. The medic had done all he could and his bag was already repacked. “Go on, I won't let him out of my sight, I swear.” Reluctantly the medic moved toward the door. “If anything else happens to him...” the medic frowned with worry then sighed and shook his head, “Just call for me straight away alright?” Jorge nodded again and finally the medic departed; Jorge sighed in relief.
It seemed obvious that the only way Niko was going to get into a shower was if he was carried into one, which was certainly not what the proud Admiral had in mind. Jorge was a little nervous about Niko's reaction to the alternative however. Slowly he began to unfasten Niko's pants and immediately felt him tense up. Jorge paused a moment. “You want rid of the stink don't you?” he asked gently. “It's all over your clothes.” He put his big warm hand on Niko's shoulder. “Just lie down and let me help you... please?”
He breathed slow and steady trying to calm himself down, not wanting to agitate Niko further than he already was. Kris was gone, it was Niko who needed his attention right now. Jorge realised what was about to happen when Niko hiccuped and his abdomen tensed up. The medic waved the trash-can in front of him and Jorge leaned him forward just enough to ensure he didn't end up with the added embarrassment of puking on himself on top of everything else that had happened tonight.
“I had to try.” the medic muttered ruefully at Niko's adamant refusal to be taken to the med bay. He hadn't really expected Niko to acquiesce, not while he was still conscious, no matter how much he insisted, so he didn't bother. Jorge's stomach did its own flip-flop as Niko demanded he stay with him and he nodded his head slowly to the medic, trying to hide behind his usual stoic façade and not to look too elated at the prospect of spending more time in Niko's company. “I've got this.” he murmured softly to the medic.
Niko might just have been having a psychological reaction to the trauma he had just experienced, Kris' scent on him wasn't that strong and Jorge would have been surprised if he could actually smell it, but the other scents that still clung to to him, of worgan, blood, sweat and sex were very real from Jorge's perspective and not terribly pleasant either. He knew that he would not have been able to sleep with that smell in the room, and he was hoping the medic would get rid of that can of vomit soon too.
Jorge just knew Niko was going to try and stand up again and having half carried him back to his quarters tonight he also knew it was going to be an epic fail. Trying to stop the stubborn man however was a waste of time and would just piss him off so Jorge simply pretended he hadn't noticed the tensing of Niko's body just prior to his attempt to lurch to his feet. Only once Niko began his abrupt decent back to the bed did Jorge renew his grip on his arm to ensure he remained balanced as he sat down again heavily.
“I'll take care of it.” he murmured again reassuringly to Niko and turned back to the medic, wrinkling his nose at the trash-can in disgust. “Could you get that out of here now?” he asked quietly, starting to look a little green around the gills himself. The medic had done all he could and his bag was already repacked. “Go on, I won't let him out of my sight, I swear.” Reluctantly the medic moved toward the door. “If anything else happens to him...” the medic frowned with worry then sighed and shook his head, “Just call for me straight away alright?” Jorge nodded again and finally the medic departed; Jorge sighed in relief.
It seemed obvious that the only way Niko was going to get into a shower was if he was carried into one, which was certainly not what the proud Admiral had in mind. Jorge was a little nervous about Niko's reaction to the alternative however. Slowly he began to unfasten Niko's pants and immediately felt him tense up. Jorge paused a moment. “You want rid of the stink don't you?” he asked gently. “It's all over your clothes.” He put his big warm hand on Niko's shoulder. “Just lie down and let me help you... please?”