<<Captain Emma Grace LuBan - Doc Downgrade>>
Emma wanted to ask the boy if he had looked into a mirror recently. Discharge? Seriously? Instead she just smiled as she watched the Doc readjust himself. She hated to take all of that lovely growth away. Something very manly about facial hair. She then pondered just trimming it down to the level of scruff. That would be very lovely indeed. However, this was military and Doc was on a new assignment. And his new boss had an ego problem. Clean shaven it was.
"You can't die on me, I have to torment your life for a whole lot longer than this Greg." Her voice had softened as had her eyes. She gently combed through what was a mangled mess. This had grown much more than the man had realized. It truly qualified for a beard. One worn by a mad man by the looks of him. Its tinges of red that often revealed itself on a blondie assisted it looking somewhat fierce. A darker tone would have sold the bill. Something about blond hair seemed less threatening.
She began to quietly hum and then actually sing the lyrics of a little tune as she found a pair of scissors and trimmed away the excess. It would make the process go smoother and quicker. If he was truly a bleeder there was no need to aggravate what could be overly sensitive skin. No telling what the disease that had taken grip of him had caused. The song brought her to a place of melancholy. Emma's mind dancing about memories and pangs of guilt. She remained silent as she moved on to retrieve the brush and foam. A small smile broke through and the pace of the song picked up momentarily. She loved the foam, creating it, applying it, playing in it. Her eyes reminded her that this was the Doc before her as she stopped her fingers just in time, returning to her somber rendition of the song and methodical application of the work before her.
<<the song - Volcanos - Damien Rice (our little chaplain is Damien Rice - if you hadn't made the connection!)>>