Whumptober 2020 Day 29: I Think I Need A Doctor—Intubation/Emergency Room/Reluctant Bedrest
Word Count: 756
Author: Katie/Ally (aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl)
Rating: T
Characters: Oliver Armstrong, Buccaneer
Summary: Buccaneer sits by Olivier's bedside. He'll make sure she stays on bedrest.
Notes: Totally tied this back to Day 27
Bedrest
Buccaneer sat by her bedside in the makeshift sickbay, watching over the unconscious general. She was laid out on one of the beds in the sickbay, the blankets pulled up high and piled up high on her. Doc said that she would most likely be fine, in time, and he trusted Doc. But he couldn't help but worry about her. Although h had never stated it and tried not to show it, he had been worried the whole time they were underground, knowing that she was sitting all alone in a fort that was slowly freezing over. His heart had nearly stopped when they had come up and found her unconscious, bloody, wounded, and the corpses of five Drachman soldiers around her.
She had been alive, although frigid, and Doc had worked her magic to keep her alive. But she had been wounded and hypothermic, which had been cause for worry. Even now he couldn't help but look over what he could see of her to try to take stock of her. She was pale, and still, to his eye, looked cold. A bruise had formed on the side of her face, large and taking up most of it. There was a cut across her forehead that doc had closed up. The rest of her was tucked away under the blankets, but he could recall the large, bloody wound in her side, the deep slice on her arm, and the stab in her thigh. Doc had said that the only reason she hadn't bled out had been the cold, which was honestly terrifying in its implications.
Small blessings inside curses, he supposed.
"You don't have to keep staring at me, you know."
Her voice cut through his ruminations, and he focused in on her, relief flooding him as he saw her eyes open and looking at her. "Can't help myself, sir," he said, grinning at her. "Someone's got to keep an eye on you."
"I don't need a babysitter," she half-growled out, although it lacked its usual power. She started trying to push up, to sit up, and his arm shot out, pushing her back down.
"Doc said you have to stay on bedrest for a few days," he said.
"I have a fort to get back in running order," she said, not quite giving up.
"Miles can take care of that," he said. "And I'm helping too, when I'm not in here trying to keep frostbite from my arm. Your men know what to do, sir. You don't need to push yourself."
She let herself lay back down with a huff, clearly annoyed with the situation. "I hate bedrest," she said, clearly unhappy with what he was saying, although not able to argue it. "I have too much to be doing."
"You've always hated it," he said, grinning down at her. "At least you can keep me company while I'm warming my shoulder," he said, carefully moving his arm back when it seemed she wasn't going to try to get anymore. He needed to get Doc, but he wasn't going to do that and come back to Olivier trying to get up.
She hummed, although was clearly still not happy. "I suppose so." She let out a huff. "I'd still rather be helping, though." She looked up at him, fixing him with a glare. "I expect you and Miles to keep me updated as long as Doc keeps me here."
"Of course, sir," he said.
"And I expect to see reports."
"Of course, sir."
"As soon as my lap desk is recovered, I want it delivered to me."
"Of course, sir."
"And you won't leave me out of any of the planning."
"Of course not, sir."
"Good."
They lapsed into silence, but he didn't mind so much. He let the silence spread a bit longer, until he was sure that she wasn't going to try to get herself out of the cot she was on.
"I'm going to go get Doc, sir," he said. "Will you stay here?"
"Do I have a choice?" she retorted.
"Not really," he said with a grin. "Not with Doc at the helm."
She grumbled something under her breath, and he got up. Doc, he was sure, was going to make sure that the general rested. He and Miles would have to tag team her too, as much as they could. But Buccaneer would take on that responsibility gladly. He was just glad that she was there and able to fuss with him, unhappy about being on bedrest or not.