[ J blows past him, still frozen, and he's left staring at the puddle of sick on the floor and feeling pretty sick himself. shit. shit. miles, you idiot.
really, he'd like to blame anyone but himself for this, but there are no scapegoats, only him in this medbay room with someone else's life scattered all over the floor. he doesn't call for anyone to clean up the mess until he's gathered every last page and tucked them back in the file, and then, still feeling sick, he hurries out of the medbay. ]
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really, he'd like to blame anyone but himself for this, but there are no scapegoats, only him in this medbay room with someone else's life scattered all over the floor. he doesn't call for anyone to clean up the mess until he's gathered every last page and tucked them back in the file, and then, still feeling sick, he hurries out of the medbay. ]