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Tuesday, April 10, 2068, 3:30 p.m., Tracy Island.
Dianne was waiting for them at the monorail terminus. Gordon groaned. "Mom...."
She was not to be dissuaded. "T' the infirmary with you, Gordon Tracy. Dom, do you have th'... what happened to yoah glasses?"
Dom, who had a hand firmly on John's elbow, smiled weakly. "I lost them."
"How much can you see?"
The Irishman colored. "Er... little or nothing?"
Dianne sighed. "Oh deah. Do you have th' scan results?"
He held forth a data pad, and Dianne took it as the lift rose. Dom swallowed deeply and paled. After the flight home, his stomach was none too steady and his head still pounded.
Dianne watched both men, looking up from the data pad as she skimmed over the contents. Finally, the lift deposited them on the lower level of the villa, and she offered her elbow to Dom. She said to the other three men, "Yoah fathah's waitin' foah you up in th' lounge. Scott 'n' Christophuh should be theah already foah debriefin'."
"F-A-B, Mom," said John as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Virgil followed suit, leaving Brandon feeling as if he should, too! She gave him a look as if to say, "Don't even think about it" and he grinned, saying, "See you later, Doc!"
"Do y' have an opthamologist?" Dianne asked Dom as they entered the infirmary.
"Yes, I have one back in Kansas."
"Well, then. We'll just make an appointment and have someone fly you over there," Dianne said. "Ah'm not fully equipped foah opthamalic exams heah. Besides, it's not mah specialty." She watched as he sat carefully in one of the examining room chairs. "Got a headache?"
Dom sighed. "Yes. And my stomach..." He made a face.
"Ah kin imagine," she replied. "Now, Gordon, get up on the examin' bed. Dom's done a good job with the scans, an' yoah arm's not broken. But Ah want t' see how deep th' bruisin' is on the shoulder. While you do that, Ah'll get Dom something foah his head and stomach."
She opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a hypospray. Frowning, she searched through the drug ampules stored there until she found what she needed. "Looks like Ah've got t' order some moah painkillers," she muttered as she loaded the hypospray. Crossing over to Dom, she said, "This should do th' trick. But you might want t' lie down foah a bit an' let it do its job." She pressed it up against his neck and the drug hissed its way into his bloodstream.
"Lying down sounds good right now," Dom admitted. "I can make it over to the other bed by myself."
"Okay. You know, you might want to consider contacts..."
"I am. Believe me, I am." ~Though what they might cost doesn't bear thinking.
Dianne examined Gordon, and saw how his upper arm, once red and puffy, was now turning an interesting purple in splotches. She shook her head. "That shoulder joint is bruised and it's gonna hurt foah quite a while. Yoah gonna need some painkillers and some light physical therapy to see you through this one." She favored him with a rueful smile. "We just can't send you anywhere, can we?"
Gordon rolled his eyes. "That's what John said."
She chuckled, and went about getting a painkiller for her redhaired stepson.
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