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[puppydogeyes]

You're on my team you are my duties

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[jurisimpudent]

That's foolish. Would you be rushing down here if it were food poisoning? Completely inconsequential.

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[puppydogeyes]

If it was food poisoning you'd say it was food poisoning.
+ I'd make sure you had water.

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[jurisimpudent]

But that's not your job

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[puppydogeyes]

Yes it is.
I'm head of SEC, that means I look after my people.
Cause if I can't do that then like fuck I do anything for the rest of the ship.

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[jurisimpudent]

I promise only to be gone a few days

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[puppydogeyes]

Don't care how long it takes.
Just as long as you're alright.

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[jurisimpudent]

[And it's stupid, but that...It hurts to read that. A great deal. He just stares at the communicator, something tight and painful in his chest, and then finally writes:]

I might have a concussion

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[puppydogeyes]

Then get to medical.

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[jurisimpudent]

I'll watch for symptoms

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[puppydogeyes]

Get to medical or I'll take you down there myself.

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[jurisimpudent]

[God, if there's one thing he doesn't want to face, it's more people.]

I'm probably overreacting. It doesn't hurt so very much.

NOT HERE

[puppydogeyes]

[She gave him the ultimatum, and he didn't meet it. She doesn't reply, because she's coming to knock on his door and goddamn carry him down to medical if she's got to.]