WARNINGS: Vomiting, loss of legs
She couldn't remember eating or even how she got on a spaceship of all things. Maybe she had been kidnapped by aliens. She never thought aliens could be Scottish.
"Well that's not very smart innit?" he quipped. He got tired of waiting for his help to be accepted. Leaning in, he tried to hook himself under her arms in an effort to pick her up. Hestia didn't think he'd have the strength to.
He was a mix of skinny and fat, if such a combination could be believed. Between his unnerving appearance, mysterious twin brothers and his sass, she was not in the mood to be touched.
"Fuck y-" she was cut off by acidic water sloshing forth from her mouth. Instantly he dropped her, moving a safe distance away from the splash zone.
The world around her dimmed, be it by her brain shutting down or her body jumping into slumber. Her throat burned but in the face of a long rest it seemed unimportant.
"Gross! Just wait a second, do not move, I'll be right back" he said. Dropping her rather harshly to the floor, he began to run out of the transporter room.
And with that the ginger ran off. She heard his thumping footsteps fade off.
"I'm sorry sir" she said meekly to the empty air. Her skull thrummed and she her vision turned dark. Her only saving grace was that her freezing flesh was warmed by something. Hestia could finally figure out where the buzzing was coming from. With her ear against the floor she could hear the machinery underneath. It was soothing in a way.
"I'm back! I brought tissues" came a yell from down the hall. The normal-looking man appeared with a toilet roll. He got on his knees as if he had the gall to clean up someone else's vomit but stopped short. A large grimaced was splayed obviously on his weathered features.
"Pass them here, I'll clean this up myself" she muttered. As if afraid to touch her, he passed the toilet roll to Hestia. It was hard for her to clean up her acidic mess, especially when she was lying in said mess, but she managed.
Hestia felt wrecked. She had begun to cry. She wanted to hide it, but she had almost used half the roll already. She peeled herself off the ground. She dabbed at her moist flesh, trying to ignore her own tears.
"Better?" Scotty finally spoke.
"… I can't feel-feel my l-legs."
"Oh God that's not good, come on, let's get you to Sick Bay" he said. With a lot of huffing, the taller man had managed to heave her into his arms. Thankfully she was at least almost a foot smaller than Montgomery Scott.
She wanted to fall asleep, but his hands and his neck were uncomfortably prickly. It also felt like any second he was going to drop her. They finally reached the Sick Bay. Thankfully, the doors opened on their own as soon as Scotty approached.
"Uh, Dr Culbert? Are you here?" he yelled into the room.
Hestia felt her air ways contract with desire. The room was obviously technologically superior to anything she could ever dream of getting her hands on. She wanted to rip herself out of his arms to explore. There were holographic screens and tools with strange wires and the whole entire room hummed with the buzz of electronics.
"He's with his husband, it's just me Scotty. You burn your hands again?" came a Southern voice, coming from deeper in the medical wing.
"Oh fuck…" she heard her keeper hiss. A Scottish man named Scotty? How apt. Hestia felt his fingers dig deeper into her back and legs.
"No, nope, in fact, it's actually not me who's hurt this time" Scotty said. He was quieter, as if anticipating the whipping of a lifetime. She heard the nervousness in his voice and felt fear rise in her throat.
Hestia did what she did best and acted. She dropped her head and closed her eyes, her body going limp. Scotty let loose a quiet stream of cussing.
"Then who is it?"
"This lass."
"Who the fuck is she?"
