083 // waking up [VOICE]

[thatlibbychick]

[Judas transferred some of his blood into Libby while it still contained healing nanomites. They were weaker for her, and self-terminated only a few hours later, but slightly accelerated her recovery to the point where she's regaining consciousness today. She can be heard groaning, and then her breath catches in her throat. She's touched her face and found the gouges to still be there--healing slowly, but there.]

I...

[She makes a pained noise. Yep, she just prodded at her stomach LIKE A BOSS. Smart.]

I didn't die. Why...?

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[toldastory]

[Martha looks exceptionally confused for a minute.] What message?

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[Libby's voice goes very soft. She doesn't want Jack hearing it now, if he's around.]

I thought he'd be able to make me comfortable again.

[toldastory]

[Martha blinked. Oh. Ooooh.]

We didn't hear that, I'm sorry. Libby.

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[Libby manages a half smile. She doesn't blame anyone, not even Ruby--the fact that she hadn't passed the message on meant she didn't want her to die, so her heart had been in the right place. Libby just dreads the prolonged pain and recovery time that will result from this--and the scars.]

It's okay. You're doctors; you did what you were supposed to do--and you obviously did it well. Thank you.

[She takes Martha's hand in hers.]

[toldastory]

[When Libby managed to smile, Martha moved closer to her, and then when her hand was taken, Martha gave her fingers a little squeeze.] Jack did most of it. He's an incredibly skilled surgeon, and it makes me feel much better about the infirmary.

[And it did, really.]

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[Libby goes quiet and pensive for a moment.]

I wonder if he would have been able to save me on the island, with the right equipment.

[She sounds sad, but not overly so. She was cheated out of the rest of her life, but still has her happy ending.]

[toldastory]

[Martha considered for a moment, then she hooked her foot around a stool and dragged it over toward Libby's bed, sitting on it and watching Libby. There's a sad smile and another squeeze of her hand.]

I bet he would have; he did brilliantly here.

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[And of course, Libby squeezes her hand back.]

So did you. He couldn't have done it alone, Martha.