astheyknow: (what could you possibly tell me)
khan noonien singh ([personal profile] astheyknow) wrote in [personal profile] exastris_scientia 2016-01-24 05:16 am (UTC)

[ khan was trained, as well as any of the others in field medicine, but this is beyond his skill. he doesn't know what to do, or even that there would be anything to do to ease julian's suffering. he isn't so focused on the readings that he misses the agonized glance cast his way.

were this any of the others khan would wish for julian there to tell him what he could do to help. he is here, but not available in that capacity currently.

he snaps the tricorder shut, and shifts, carefully lifting julian up as quickly as he dares. it's something of an awkward cradle. he's so tense that he imagines he might shatter him to pieces for all the pain he is obviously in. ]


It will pass. [ he says it in a firm tone, as if he's demanding the universe to question it. ] It will pass, and you'll be terribly upset with me for not thinking of something clever to do in order to help.

I saw you back there in London, and I profess I wasn't thinking very clearly. I might have taken another doctor too then if I had.

[ a poor attempt at humor in a seemingly desperate situation. ]

Christopher would do better, even, I suppose.

[ they weren't---he wasn't---built to offer comfort. perhaps it's all just instinctual. he doesn't know. he remembers a time when some of them had been ill from all the tests they'd been put through, and one of the younger doctors sat with one of their group, humming softly. she also---

khan shifts so that he might card the fingers of one hand through julian's sweat soaked hair. he doesn't imagine the tune he remembers would be soothing should he try, so he settles for this alone. he hopes it will help. ]

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