New Fic: Bed Rest

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Bed Rest

Fandom: Star Trek Discovery
Rated: G
Category: Double Drabble. Culmets. Angst.
Season: Post-two, Pre-three. (Probably? Inter-season speculation.)
Spoilers: General Series Knowledge Through The End of Season Two.
Summary: Paul’s on bed rest. It’s going about as well as can be expected.
Note: Occurs after “Better Living Through Chemistry”. What Paul is up to while Hugh is working in “If All the World’s a Stage, Identity is Nothing But a Costume.”

Also, this is part of the "I Rang The Bell With My Heart In My Mouth" series, and stories in this series are presented as inspiration strikes, not chronologically. See notes above for timeframe/related stories.

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Paul Stamets was bored.

He was also worried.

This was a combination of emotions he rarely experienced, and he didn’t like it one bit. Usually, when he was worried, he kept busy. He worked the problem. He looked for solutions – and he typically found one.

But now, stuck in a secondary medical unit with a junior doctor forcing him to stay in bed (probably on threat of death from Doctor Pollard, if he were to guess), Paul couldn’t do that.

So he distracted himself by complaining to the sadist poking him with hyposprays every few hours, even though he was secretly grateful for their contents.

The drugs meant he could sleep a little, but mostly, he fidgeted and fussed and stewed.

He finally managed to secure a PADD. The sadist had at least granted him that when the staff realized it would shut him up.

So he knew Discovery’s jump to the future had been successful. And he knew the ship was beat to hell, but holding together. Knowing these things did a lot to ease his anxiety.

But seeing Hugh’s name, right there in black and white on the duty roster? Making things all too real?

Not so much.