Lyra rested her head near Solomon's chest, drifting in and out of restless sleep, haunted by the memories of the crimson beasts. Solomon's slow, steady breathing was all that allowed her to feel anything close to safe this last week. Rising up, falling down, rising up, falling down, rising up, falling down. When Solomon's chest didn't rise back up, Lyra knew that there was a problem. She immediately felt for a pulse – no pulse, Solomon had stopped breathing too, Lyra started with chest compressions, ignoring the pain in her recently bandaged chest as her broken ribs reminded her what agony felt like, calling out to the doctor on duty as she started the second set of compressions. "come on!" she spat, "Solomon!" the doctor came rushing over, his half face mask already on his face, covering his mouth and nose showing only his eyes, Lyra allowed him to take control as she took a side role. Moving over to Solomon's other side, "You're strong, you can pull through this." she whispered into his ear. After a minute, the doctor called for the resuscitation panels.
After four shocking attempts Solomon bolted up without warning with a monstrous painful roar, running his hands over his chest frantically and began childishly crying. The Doctor tried to calm Solomon down by saying soothing words to him, however with the sudden outburst from Solomon's lifeless body he had forgotten to harness the shocking panels, the mere sight of the metal shockers sent Solomon into a frantic frenzy, running towards the door with nothing but fear in his brown eyes.
Lyra forced herself in Solomon's path, forcing him against a cold metal wall, pain infused with fear is never a good cocktail to throw about the place! Lyra held Solomon against the wall, "Calm down, Sol!" she shouted to get through his crying. Repeating herself for the third time, Solomon seemed to listen, ceasing to whimper and cry like a lost child, he focused his brown eyes upon her, the tears slowed and his heart rate normalised, and without warning he moved his head in and kissed Lyra forcing her to blush as red as the beasts. Pulling herself away, shocked, she slapped Solomon's cheek as hard as her bruised arm would allow and ran for the door. Solomon had now regained his senses, looked at the Doctor who stood there speechless as Solomon rubbed his cheek bewildered at the stinging red mark there. "Solomon!" boomed the ageing commanding Captain of The Evergreen "Not how I would go about things, but, Welcome back!".
Solomon blinked, still vacantly rubbing his reddening cheek. An ache spread through his chest and his brain picked up the burning signals coming from his lungs and heart from their lack of movement prior to the shock panels. The floor was as cold as ever, the white washed walls hurt his eyes, as if they had been closed for weeks, his head began to throb as his senses fully returned to him and he recalled the battle on the surface. Still vacantly rubbing his cheek, he was turned by Kyril who directed him to a new bed, one that was not soaked with sweat and was clean. "Lieutenant Commander, how good of you to join us!" rejoiced the kind eyed doctor, black wild curls had sprouted on the underside of his scrub cap, he pulled down his scrub mask to reveal a wide toothy smile almost covered with a thick black beard. Solomon knew the face, but not the name. "I thought I'd lost you for a moment their my good man! God be praised you came back to us! You must have pissed off both parties to come back from the brink like that!" he laughed "Neither Saviour nor Devil wanted you!" joined in Kyril, Solomon nodded, not really listening, it was all just white noise to him now. "Shit." breathed Solomon, Kyril asked him what the matter was, and the doctor asked if he needed anything for the pain, but Solomon shook his head, "Shit" he said again, "I just kissed Lyra..." his head was in his hands now, The doctor simply shrugged, chuckled and excused himself, Kyril slapped Solomon on the back with a coarse laugh, his hand felt limp as it made contact against his back, and Kyril began a coughing fit, the doctor came loyally to his side, mixing something into a cup, and handed it to Kyril who readily knocked it back in one.