[Milliways]

[mr_gaeta]

It's been barely over a day since Gaeta tumbled through the Milliways door for the last time, and somehow -- despite being dead -- he's already coming down with something.

He can't tell what; it's just a general malaise, a chill that made him ask for a blanket along with his dinner when he went to the bar. Everything just seems...too bright, he guesses. Too loud. And he's starting to ache in a way that means he might've spoke too soon about the pain being gone for good.

Maybe he'll go to the infirmary later. For now, he's going to enjoy his soup.

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[mr_gaeta]

He shakes his head, then pauses.

"Maybe a little queasy?"

Frak if he can tell whether it's the psychosomatic kind of queasiness or not, though.

[simon_doctor]

"It's not uncommon. I can give you something for that too, if you like."

[mr_gaeta]

He sighs out a tiny breath, lifting a hand to rub his temples again.

"Yeah, sure, why not," he decides at last. "Better take care of it now."

[simon_doctor]

Simon nods, hesitates briefly, and turns for the door. "I'll be right back."

[mr_gaeta]

As soon as Dr. Tam's gone, Gaeta closes his eyes.

Maybe execution wasn't enough, he thinks tiredly. He's pretty sure there's something in the Scrolls about some section of the Fields reserved for the frak-ups: a place just like regular life, only a little bit worse. Maybe that's where he really ended up.

Maybe he's still in the launch tube, and he's hallucinating this whole thing right before his brain shuts down for good.

Please let it be over soon.