[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch & Petty Officer 3rd Class Kellen Gates - Crew Gym, Deck 32]

"Down is good," he repeated as the blood dripped in that very direction. Conor Lynch allowed the woman to direct him to safety, though in truth, he had little choice in the matter and he was indeed quite light-headed. He let out a grunt of pain when he obediently pressed the wrapping to his nose at her suggestion. She was right again; it did hurt.

"S'okay, s'okay, s'no big deal." His eyes were watering, and his vision was a little blurry, but he felt that he should be consoling poor Jovireh. "S'not yer fault!" A wave of nausea overcame him then, and he promptly clamped his mouth shut. With his elbows low on his thighs, close to his knees, he leaned over in attempt to stop the dizziness.

"Get him upright!" Called a voice from across the gym. Kellen Gates, who had happened to be enjoying his lunchtime swim, had been the closest when the call came in. He strode purposefully toward the pair, his hair still somewhat damp. He stopped only to retrieve the emergency medkit from a panel beneath the public replicator. "Head up, not down!" He continued to bark out orders, his normally quiet, restrained voice carrying effortlessly in his haste to get to his new patient.

"Ah, howeya Gatesy," Lynch greeted, a strange grin on his face. Then the man leaned over again, and puked.

Kellen Gates stopped before them and sighed a rather put-upon sigh. "Alright. What happened here, then?" He eyed Jovireh for a quick moment, before bending to open the medkit and retrieve an empty hypospray.

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Tag: Jovireh Velal

[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch & Petty Officer 3rd Class Kellen Gates - Crew Gym, Deck 32]

"Ah sure, isn't that the idea!" Conor Lynch exclaimed, his voice slurred as he argued with Jovireh over whose fault it was that his nose was broken. He wiped his mouth, his stomach still churning, as the Gates fella got to work. Despite not being involved with the Fleet anymore, he still absolutely trusted them to do the best thing.

Kellen Gates listened to Jovireh's explanation, a worried expression flitting across his face only momentarily. Not blocking could be a mistake, a miscalculation, but it was so basic in sparring that Gatesy hoped it wasn't a symptom of a different kind of problem. "Okay," he eventually said, pressing a hypospray loaded with an analgesic and anti-nausea combo against Lynch's neck. "We're going to stop the bleeding, Mr. Lynch, then I will repair what I can with a field osteogenic stimulator. Once you're feeling a little better, we'll get you to Sickbay to make sure there's no long-term damage."

He glanced up at Jovireh. "Would you please place both your hands on his shoulders for a few moments, I would like him steady." Then he looked back at his patient. "I will be gentle, but you will feel this." He reached out, thumbs on either side of the Irishman's swollen nose, and prepared.

"Alrigh'. Do what ye haveta." Then he screamed.

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Tag: Jovireh Velal

[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch & Petty Officer 3rd Class Kellen Gates - Crew Gym, Deck 32]

Lynch felt Jovireh's hands on his shoulders and focused on that for the few torturous moments that his face was in Gates' hands. As her grip tightened, his own hands snapped up to cover hers. But it was over quickly, and even though Conor Lynch felt as though he'd just run several marathons - his chest panting, sweat dripping from his brow - the pain was subsiding quickly.

Kellen Gates ran the osteogenic stimulator over the fractured bone once, twice, then paused and wiped away some of the quickly drying blood with a sterilised cotton cloth. "I think that should do, Mr. Lynch. You'll need to visit Sickbay, sooner rather than later, to get it checked out completely. There may be aesthetic work required, which I'm sure Dr. Baker would be happy to help with, but we won't know until the swelling subsides a little. Understood?"

"Ya, I get ye. Cheers, man." His eyes were still watering a little, but Lynch managed a smile and a thumbs up for the medic, and then glanced up a little sheepishly at Jovireh. "Never a dull moment, as me Ma would say."

Kellen Gates shook his head, and with a wave, wandered off to get his stuff. Maybe he'd have time for a quick jaunt to the holodeck. There was a new spy holoprogram with his name on it.

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Tag: Jovireh Velal

[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch - Crew Gym, Deck 32]

Conor Lynch was indeed still quite dizzy, and waved a little from side to side, but the worst of the pain was over and his mood was quickly returning to normal. "I'm a man who very rarely says no to a pint, Jovireh," he informed her matter-of-factly, saying her name correctly, though changed somewhat as a result of his accent and recently broken nose. "And t'would appear I've not much left in me gut."

He took the chance to peer at the mess he'd made near their feet and didn't bother suppressing a shudder. "That'll be a health and safety issue," he told her, before trying to force himself upward. His knees complained, and he wobbled dangerously on his way up, but he eventually got there. "'Sides, don't want anyone stealing a sample of it to clone me or anything." He looked around for his work-out towel, obviously deadly serious.

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Tag: Jovireh Velal

[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch - Crew Gym, Deck 32]

Conor Lynch knew all about assertive women. His midget mother was tiny, but fierce, and when she told you to do something, you bloody well did it. So when Jovireh outlined his options for him, he didn't even consider talking back. He looked down at his hands, which were red with his drying blood, and his sweat-stained workout garb. "I'll go, so..." He ventured, looking over again and checking to make sure she was still in agreement.

He rose, again unsteadily, but the pain in his face was dissipating. Replacing it was a slight throb in his arms, reminding him of the workout he'd subjected himself to before his sparring partner had tried to kill him. "Won't be a tick!" The thought of a pint could light a fire under most people, but especially Conor. He deserved it, he decided, sure he could start his diet again tomorrow when his nose wasn't as broken.

Approximately ten minutes later he emerged from the locker rooms, freshly washed and looking a little less like the mess he felt he was within. His dark hair, slightly damp from the sonic shower, was slicked back and he was wearing some comfortable off-duty slacks. The only sign of any incident was the discolouration beginning to bloom around his eyes. "Pints?" Was all he said by way of greeting.

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Tag: Jovireh Velal

[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch - Blue Beta, Promenade]

Conor Lynch certainly approved of the choice. The Blue Beta had the best pints on the whole station, and that was because his pal Seamus was involved. The man knew his beer. "A table, I reckon?" He offered in the half-suggesting, half-checking way that he had. While they moved toward a free booth, his eyes scanned the bar for his fellow Irishman. It was, admittedly, a little early in the day for Conor's usual visits, so perhaps that was why a few of the Beta faces weren't as familiar to him.

Once he'd sat down, he plucked a thin PADD containing the digitized menu and began to make a show of perusing it. "Well, Jovireh, what's ticklin' yer fancy?" He asked with a boyish grin, though he was completely unaware of any sort of double-entendre he might have stumbled on to. Once a server materialised, he happily gave his order. "A pint of Shay's new stuff, if ya please, the pilsner." With the most important part out of the way, he leaned back, a contented expression on his face. It began to fade quickly and melt, however, when he realised his faux pas. "Ah I'm sorry," he said to his companion. "I believe I was s'posed to have ya go first?"

His ma had always said he was a charmless oaf.

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Tag: Jovireh Velal