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CHARACTERS: Taylor "Tyke" Kee (
puppydogeyes) and Dean Winchester (
unruly)
LOCATION: 001 » 011
WARNINGS: Swearing
SUMMARY: Some downtime after shift.
[Taylor didn't do rest. Even the past few weeks, forced off her security shifts under doctor's orders, she hasn't been taking the time quietly. Throwing herself into anything else she could find to do - fight club, when it had come up, drinking, walking around the ship with her dogs, eventually even resorting to the cello. It had not been quiet and it had not been restful, even when she had finally got it through her head to keep away from activities that would tear the stitches in her shoulder and back again.
They're gone now, taken out about a week ago, leaving fresh, pink scar tissue, the shape of what had left them on her - teeth, claws - only twisted a little with the damage she'd done pulling the stitches. They're still to be treated carefully, for a little while, and she's been good with the gentler exercises Tommy's got her running through to keep everything loose (it'd be the perfect ending to the whole experience, wouldn't it, toughened scars limiting her movements). But ultimately, with the stitches gone and her place on SEC reinstated, it's a lot like shackles being taken off.
Which is why, waking up from the few light hours of sleep she's grabbed curled against Dean's side, it's maybe a little strange that she has no pressing desire to leave the room, to get up and do anything at all. Taylor lets herself stay with it, absently watching his profile in the dim light from the clock display on her device, lifting one hand to idly run fingers over the scars on her shoulder - it's been a long time since she's had any, and she isn't quite used to the raised, smooth texture of them yet. It's only when she hears that Gingersnap's awake (awake and feeling restless) that she finally stirs, slowly shifting up to sit and stretch her spine.]
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LOCATION: 001 » 011
WARNINGS: Swearing
SUMMARY: Some downtime after shift.
[Taylor didn't do rest. Even the past few weeks, forced off her security shifts under doctor's orders, she hasn't been taking the time quietly. Throwing herself into anything else she could find to do - fight club, when it had come up, drinking, walking around the ship with her dogs, eventually even resorting to the cello. It had not been quiet and it had not been restful, even when she had finally got it through her head to keep away from activities that would tear the stitches in her shoulder and back again.
They're gone now, taken out about a week ago, leaving fresh, pink scar tissue, the shape of what had left them on her - teeth, claws - only twisted a little with the damage she'd done pulling the stitches. They're still to be treated carefully, for a little while, and she's been good with the gentler exercises Tommy's got her running through to keep everything loose (it'd be the perfect ending to the whole experience, wouldn't it, toughened scars limiting her movements). But ultimately, with the stitches gone and her place on SEC reinstated, it's a lot like shackles being taken off.
Which is why, waking up from the few light hours of sleep she's grabbed curled against Dean's side, it's maybe a little strange that she has no pressing desire to leave the room, to get up and do anything at all. Taylor lets herself stay with it, absently watching his profile in the dim light from the clock display on her device, lifting one hand to idly run fingers over the scars on her shoulder - it's been a long time since she's had any, and she isn't quite used to the raised, smooth texture of them yet. It's only when she hears that Gingersnap's awake (awake and feeling restless) that she finally stirs, slowly shifting up to sit and stretch her spine.]