Bobbie is the one who dragged him to the med bay, because Chrisjen certainly wasn't capable of carrying him, and she's the one who set the alarm, too. She's not entirely sure Holden is pleased with another straggler, but Bobbie is certain Chrisjen would have beaten him to death if he hadn't agreed to let Cotyar on board, and Bobbie would have let her do it, if she's being honest.
Cotyar isn't in great shape, and Bobbie is surprised he's awake so quickly after they dosed him with so many painkillers, and after all that blood he lost. Chrisjen is busy dealing with Mao, so Bobbie heads down to the med bay herself, punching the panel to open the door and stepping inside, not entirely sure how cognizant she'll find him. She'll take what she can get, though—she was certain he was dead as soon as they left Mao's ship.
In the bare couple of minutes that he's had since stopping the alarm, Cotyar had done a couple of things.
The first, was to get out of the chair. He didn't have magboots on, but luckily they were under enough thrust that he didn't need them. That was about all that was lucky about this, however. He didn't realise until he tried standing just how badly off he was - his vision almost blacked out completely as his blood pressure dropped, even at a third of a gee. So the getting out of the chair and standing was a lot more of an accomplishment than he would have otherwise categorised it.
The second thing he had done was to grab something that could potentially be used as a weapon. In this case, it was a metal chair. Look, he was improvising, alright? He'd figure it out as he went.
He kept the chair in hand - not holding it up, but gripping the back of it tight enough to make his knuckles go white - as he heard footsteps come down the hall. Okay. One person, and he couldn't hear anyone else on this floor, so maybe they were on a skeleton crew--
He took a hard breath, bracing himself, when the figure suddenly came in the doorway, and his heart skipped a beat.
"... Bobbie?" It was hard to keep the surprise out of his voice, and he... kind of failed. He'd known that her and Avasarala had made it, but--
She was expecting him to be in the chair, so when he's not, she checks her peripherals out of instinct a bare second before he says her name like she's some kind of ghost. It's not really a surprise that he's ready to brain her with a chair. She'd have done the same thing if she'd woken up on an unfamiliar ship.
"Good thing you didn't actually swing that thing. You look like you're ready to keel over."
He even looked relieved. It was one thing to know intellectually
that someone wasn't dead, and another thing to see them in the flesh.
However, speaking of flesh - she didn't look a whole lot better off than
him. He could see the bruises covering almost all of the skin that she had
visible.
So he arched an eyebrow, letting out a long breath as he loosened his grip
on the chair.
"Yeah, and you look about as good as I feel, marine." He was so, so happy
to see her. "Where's--"
"Safe. She and Holden are dealing with Mao right now."
And there's a lot to deal with. Somehow the guy is even more of a dick in person. She holds out a hand, hoping she isn't moving as stiffly as she thinks she is.
He let out a relieved breath, his shoulders sagging as he did so, like a
years worth of tension just slid from his shoulders. Safe.
He was so relieved that it took him a few seconds to actually register the
rest of that sentence, to catch the word's 'Holden' and 'Mao', which had
him open his mouth and furrow his brow with an immediate question that he
didn't quite voice.
Instead, he gave her the chair, and then sort of stumbled back to the one
he'd been in when he woke up.
"So that's where we are. Here I was worried I'd somehow ended up a prisoner
for the Martians, too. But this is Holden's stolen gunship." Explained the
Martian med bay. However, it didn't explain: "Did you say they were dealing
with Mao?"
She sets the chair down, making sure the metal feet engage, and wincing all the while. God, everything hurts, pain meds or not.
"Mao was making hybrids on Io. We went there to check out the facility and try to save the kids he was experimenting on. Luckily for us, he was there, too."
"Well I'll be damned." He grunted as he lowered himself into the chair,
sinking into it once he was in position. Yeah. He probably needed to rest a
little while. He was still recovering from being shot, too.
"And you're sure I'm not dead and this is all some weird afterlife dream
where somehow in the last twenty-four hours everything managed to turn out
alright, despite every odd stacked against us?"
"It's a long damn story," He admits, letting out a breath as she sat down
near him.
"I'll give as many details as I can, once the Old Lady is ready for it,
but. Suffice it to say, hell broke lose, in more ways than one. I spent
most of my damn time locked in restraints in the med bay."
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Cotyar isn't in great shape, and Bobbie is surprised he's awake so quickly after they dosed him with so many painkillers, and after all that blood he lost. Chrisjen is busy dealing with Mao, so Bobbie heads down to the med bay herself, punching the panel to open the door and stepping inside, not entirely sure how cognizant she'll find him. She'll take what she can get, though—she was certain he was dead as soon as they left Mao's ship.
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The first, was to get out of the chair. He didn't have magboots on, but luckily they were under enough thrust that he didn't need them. That was about all that was lucky about this, however. He didn't realise until he tried standing just how badly off he was - his vision almost blacked out completely as his blood pressure dropped, even at a third of a gee. So the getting out of the chair and standing was a lot more of an accomplishment than he would have otherwise categorised it.
The second thing he had done was to grab something that could potentially be used as a weapon. In this case, it was a metal chair. Look, he was improvising, alright? He'd figure it out as he went.
He kept the chair in hand - not holding it up, but gripping the back of it tight enough to make his knuckles go white - as he heard footsteps come down the hall. Okay. One person, and he couldn't hear anyone else on this floor, so maybe they were on a skeleton crew--
He took a hard breath, bracing himself, when the figure suddenly came in the doorway, and his heart skipped a beat.
"... Bobbie?" It was hard to keep the surprise out of his voice, and he... kind of failed. He'd known that her and Avasarala had made it, but--
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"Good thing you didn't actually swing that thing. You look like you're ready to keel over."
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He even looked relieved. It was one thing to know intellectually that someone wasn't dead, and another thing to see them in the flesh. However, speaking of flesh - she didn't look a whole lot better off than him. He could see the bruises covering almost all of the skin that she had visible.
So he arched an eyebrow, letting out a long breath as he loosened his grip on the chair.
"Yeah, and you look about as good as I feel, marine." He was so, so happy to see her. "Where's--"
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And there's a lot to deal with. Somehow the guy is even more of a dick in person. She holds out a hand, hoping she isn't moving as stiffly as she thinks she is.
"Give me that chair and sit down already."
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He let out a relieved breath, his shoulders sagging as he did so, like a years worth of tension just slid from his shoulders. Safe.
He was so relieved that it took him a few seconds to actually register the rest of that sentence, to catch the word's 'Holden' and 'Mao', which had him open his mouth and furrow his brow with an immediate question that he didn't quite voice.
Instead, he gave her the chair, and then sort of stumbled back to the one he'd been in when he woke up.
"So that's where we are. Here I was worried I'd somehow ended up a prisoner for the Martians, too. But this is Holden's stolen gunship." Explained the Martian med bay. However, it didn't explain: "Did you say they were dealing with Mao?"
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"Mao was making hybrids on Io. We went there to check out the facility and try to save the kids he was experimenting on. Luckily for us, he was there, too."
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"Well I'll be damned." He grunted as he lowered himself into the chair, sinking into it once he was in position. Yeah. He probably needed to rest a little while. He was still recovering from being shot, too.
"And you're sure I'm not dead and this is all some weird afterlife dream where somehow in the last twenty-four hours everything managed to turn out alright, despite every odd stacked against us?"
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Bobbie drags the extra chair over and sits, exhaling as she leans back.
"What the hell happened to you on the Agatha King?"
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"It's a long damn story," He admits, letting out a breath as she sat down near him.
"I'll give as many details as I can, once the Old Lady is ready for it, but. Suffice it to say, hell broke lose, in more ways than one. I spent most of my damn time locked in restraints in the med bay."