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[ooc: backdated to a little while after this entry.]

[In person, but also filtered to all passengers who'll be joining in the search later.]

[urgently, looking around at everyone who's gathered and secretly is unsettled by the fact that Oliver hasn't shown up yet.] All right, sorry everyone, but those of us here can't wait any longer.

Now. A ship this size is going to need an awfully big section devoted just to the engineering end of operations, so there's going to be the potential of getting lost in there. I've got some markers here for some of the teams here [points to a handful left on the floor], but you lot who haven't arrived yet should bring something to mark where you've been as well.

In Orion's message, he said we should be able to find our way to the right area easy enough, but if you know your ships--and I do--it's not going to be as simple as that. We have to find the right door to even get access to the main engine control room. But Orion was useful for something since he gave us the passcodes we can use--just didn't tell us which one, so we going to have to try them all out and hope we don't get locked out of the system. That's a risk we're going to have to take.

I don't know about you, but when the right door is found, we shouldn't let Ganymede know or else he'll come running and try to put a stop to this. [hopes to find the man before this can happen.] So to get around any nosy captains, when you do find the door, use Klavier's suggestion and announce it over the Spheres, but say "I've hit my elbow on the door!" From there, we'll locate you and see about shutting down those engines.

All right, enough talk! Those of you who are still on your way, please be careful. And that goes for all of you as well. [eyes everyone in front of him, his expression serious.]

Now...allons-y! [points towards the door Ganymede had disappeared into.]
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Oliver, where are you? It doesn't take that long to get from the cinema to the transportation pads. [a little fear slips into his voice and he can almost feel another wave of time sickness coming on. he fights to push that feeling away.]
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[oliverplus]

[takes a shaky breath, but he doesn't open his eyes again] She hasn't seen me fight. I don't want her to see a fight...

Doctor, it hurts. I... [breathes in sharply, opening his eyes to look at the Doctor again] I'm trying to be strong...

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[bit_impossible]

[continues to drag him, walking backwards as fast as he can--and thank goodness for great balance or else he would've fallen backward by now.]

You are, Ollie. You are just from going in there to search and help in the first place, but there's such a thing as doing too much! You need to learn that line! I'm not bringing you back to Chloe a broken man. I refuse!

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[oliverplus]

But if we don't find the right door...

[groans again, trailing off, his eyes sliding closed as his thoughts wander] I want to see her again. Did you see her, Doctor? She stayed with me. She kept visiting when I told her not to...bringing me things... Even though I said to stop. Even though I didn't remember. How can anyone be that wonderful? I miss her...

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[bit_impossible]

We'll find it, Ollie. The others are out searching; someone's bound to find it. And as soon as I have you settled, I'm--[looks down, hearing a change of tone in Oliver's voice and notices his eyes closing. he stops briefly, leaning back to rest Oliver's back on his chest, and slaps his cheek smartly a couple times, not caring right then that he might hit some of his other facial wounds.]

Come on, keep those eyes open! You were talking about Chloe! Think about all the stuff you're going to do once you get to see her again--and you will see her again. [continues dragging Oliver again, entering the waiting room--they're close now.]

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[oliverplus]

[his eyes fly open at the slap, jerking slightly as he is pulled from near-unconsciousness] What? But... [hisses] I need the pain to stop. Let it stop! It hurts... And Chloe...for a second, she was so clear. I could see her...

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[bit_impossible]

[mutters to himself] Okay, this is bad, this is very very bad...

[a moment later, he slams his back into the doors to the examination area.] R2! Come on out, I know you're around! I need you--[and he can't resist adding this]--STAT!

[to Oliver] Ollie, we're going to end the pain, okay? [drags him over to the nearest examination table, hefting him up as best as he can.] I'm going to need your help here, Oliver. My hand's about had it.

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[oliverplus]

Help? How can I... [that rouses him a bit, at least, and he tries to look around at where he is; takes a deep breath, seeing the problem, and grabs the table with his good hand to try to pull himself the rest of the way up, groaning in pain--his body does not appreciate his attempts, but between the two of them, he gets there, and he relaxes on the table, mumbling] I hate this place... Let me sleep...

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[bit_impossible]

[firmly] No. You're going to stay awake.

[the robotic doctor zooms over a moment later, immediately beginning a cursory examination of Oliver, and tells him that it wants to look at him next.]

Oliver, I'm sorry, I know you don't like this place, but you have to stay here.

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[oliverplus]

[absently; his hold on consciousness is slipping and coherency is gone now; his eyes have shut again] I know. Thanks for the help. Could you.... [pauses, gasping with pain, his voice growing strained] Could you tell Chloe I'm...I'm okay. I'll go...I'll see her...later. Doctor...sorry. It hurts... [trails off, giving one more gasp of pain before a sigh as he drifts into unconsciousness]

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[an hour passes in which time R2 drags him away after his initial reaction to Oliver passing out--which was full of shouting and shaking and ended with a hypodermic needle in his leg to make him pass out. when he wakes up, he finds that his nose has been bandaged and his face cleaned; he can smell the antiseptic cleaner.

and when he sits up, he notices that he's been given a local pain killer as he can't exactly feel most of his left arm, but he's glad to see an advanced version of a cast on his hand, the area where his barcode is conveniently cut out. it looks like a stiff glove has been slipped over his hand, but thankfully, he can move his thumb and wrist freely.]

[he takes the moment while R2's off somewhere else to slip off the examination table he'd been dragged onto and wanders over to Oliver's.]

Ollie? Can you hear me? How are you doing?

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[oliverplus]

[is roused by the voice, opening his eyes and blinking absently at the Doctor; he has a bemused look on his face; whatever painkiller he's been given, it's a strong one] Doctor? Are you okay?

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[bit_impossible]

[his face breaks out into a grin; it doesn't matter that his question wasn't answered. he still sounds a bit nasally too, no thanks to the bandage.] As right as rain! Well, sort of. Almost broke the ol' nose, but thanks to that helmet, it wasn't.

So. [slightly more serious now.] How are you feeling, Oliver?

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[oliverplus]

Me? [blinks groggily, looking around him] I'm fine. Kinda...hazy. [smiles faintly] Feels nice. But...we're in the hospital?

[is clearly surprised by that, and he pushes himself up, just slightly, with his right hand to take a proper look at himself, noticing the hospital gown (which he thankfully assumes the Doctor helped get him into), as well as the sling on his left arm, and the bandages and bruising on his right; he lies back down and slowly lifts his right hand, bringing it up to tap his face, cringing at what he finds] That really happened, then. I can hardly feel it.

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[bit_impossible]

[wonders very briefly how R2 managed to get Oliver into a hospital gown, but decides not to raise the issue. he's sure that would get an interesting reaction out of his friend and he's not sure if he wants to handle that right yet. his smile still remains and he can feel his hearts slow to a more normal pace; he isn't sure when they started to beat so fast.]

Yes, it really happened and unless the ship's added another all white venue, we're definitely in the hospital. It's probably all for the best that you can't feel anything properly just yet. [remembers Oliver's cries of pain and clenches his teeth for a brief moment.]

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[oliverplus]

[looks up at the Doctor, quiet for a moment] Did you bring me here? No, you must've. [frowns thoughtfully]

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[bit_impossible]

[softly] I had. And for someone about my size, you can be quite the dead-weight, I'll have you know.

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[oliverplus]

[smiles sheepishly] Sorry about that. But how long have I been out? [eyes widen] And why are you still here, Doctor? They need you up there!

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[bit_impossible]

Ahhh, well... [rubs his head sheepishly, his eyes darting to the side and spying a digital clock on the wall and noting for the first time how much time has passed for him as well.] Oh, just an hour. And I'm still here because that robot made me. [why no, he doesn't sound the least bit annoyed...]

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[oliverplus]

Only an hour? [is visibly relieved] That's not too bad. But why's the robot keeping you? [lowers his voice, glancing around for any sign of the metal troublemaker] Is it still being a bit weird? It hasn't done anything, has it?

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[bit_impossible]

Well, from the amount of time I was awake, he was fine. Had to put me under to do this. [holds his left hand up.] Obviously thought it easier if I wasn't awake during it. [isn't going to tell Oliver the real reason why he was knocked out.] Gave me some pain killers as well and I'm wondering if any aspirins were used at all or not... [he's still curious about that little quirk from his fifth incarnation.]

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[oliverplus]

[frowns--he's not very fond of the idea that they were in the care of that robot while neither of them was conscious, but he decides not to comment on that; he'd rather not think about it anyway, and there are more pressing question to worry about] So you're okay now? You can go back there soon?

And what about me, Doctor? What did the robot say?

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[bit_impossible]

Well, I'm not about to go making cartwheels down the hallways, but I'm well enough to search. [and wise enough not to get cocky and pontificate in front of those creatures]

But I'm afraid I don't know the answer to your quest--ohhh, hello there chart... [eyes a metallic folder hanging discretely by the foot of Oliver's examination table. he has a feeling the robot left it there for him on purpose--he hasn't seen the robot take notes before. still, he reads through them quickly, his expression neutral.]

Hmm, looks like he wants you moved into a private room for the night... Ugh, that means hospital food. [makes a face, sticking his tongue out in disgust] I haven't yet found a hospital that had appetizing food. I've found prisons with better food services.

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[oliverplus]

[the food is definitely not the first thing on his mind] I have to stay!? Why?

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[bit_impossible]

[stares at him for a second, disbelieving the question he just heard.]

You nearly cracked your skull open, Oliver. You've got a broken arm--clean break it seems, but that's not something that's going to heal overnight--and bruises galore. Also, you no doubt have had a concussion and possible internal bleeding if the number of bruises on your abdomen here are to be believed. [taps the chart]

So, you are staying put.

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[oliverplus]

[frowns, quiet for a moment before looking back up at the Doctor] It's...all going to heal okay, right? I mean...what if my memory... [sighs, trailing off]