Doctor Doctor Give Me the News [Open]

[unrecovered]

Who| Anyone
What| That ambush didn't go well for anyone. Fortunately, MedBay allows visitors.
Where| MedBay
When| After the ambush part of Tinker Tailor Hero Spy
Notes| Open mingle thread!

MedBay is a lot busier than usual. At least they're prepared, to an extent; the last thing anyone wants is for half the Legion to return from what should have been a diplomatic mission with a variety of injuries ranging from minor to debilitating, but they'll handle it. That's what they're here for.

And, after they've managed to get everyone stabilized, they'll even allow visitors. Come see how your friends are doing.

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Wash

[unrecovered]

[Day Of]

It turns out Wash's healing factor can only keep up with so much, and a full-on fight with Validus is beyond what it can handle. He remembers the fight with the Five finishing, and the dust settling; he remembers asking someone if it was over; upon affirmation, he remembers collapsing to the ground and passing out, because that's what happens when the sheer willpower that's kept you running for the past God knows how long gives out.

He remembers being carried into MedBay by...Chief, he thinks. He remembers protesting that he'd be fine, ignoring the injury readouts on his HUD because he's survived so much worse than this, he's fine...and he remembers passing out again.

Well. That's not embarrassing or anything.

He's awake now, and just this side of exhausted, but he doesn't want to sleep just yet. He's stable, and his healing factor is finally starting to lessen the worst of his injuries, and his brain is foggy in a way that tells him he is absolutely on painkillers and they are the good kind. He hears the nurse at the door trying to shoo someone away and raises his voice just a bit. "Hey, no, no, I wanna talk to them." Whoever it is. He won't know until they walk in.

[A few days later]

The morning Wash can breathe again without pain is the morning he decides he's done with mandated bed rest. He's up and dressed and arguing with the nurse bringing in his breakfast, and he manages to win, with a caveat: he has to stay in MedBay. He agrees, wolfs down his breakfast, and heads into the halls of MedBay. He has people to see, and if it means he doesn't have to stare at the four walls of his room anymore, so much the better.

He knocks on the doorframe to a room and looks in. "Hey. You holding up okay?"

A

[whyarewehere]

Grif doesn't walk in so much as limp, collapsing without preamble into the nearest chair. He's making his rounds, checking in on people. This is more effort than he'd like to put in. He's tired and sore. But he's also sort of worried, and he can't quite settle until he knows for sure that they're okay. And of course nobody's answering comm pings right now, he has to do it in person.

"Hey Wash," he says. "Guess who has two thumbs and had to have a lung reinflated?"

[unrecovered]

Wow, Grif looks bad, even for Grif. Wash sits up a bit more and looks at him, trying to gage just how injured he is. Grif is part of his team. He should be on top of this. Somehow.

"Me," Wash replies, vaguely wondering how the fuck Grif knows that. Grif doesn't have access to medical records, does he? Wash wouldn't put it past him, but...

Wait. He's talking about himself, isn't he. "Wait, you too?"

[whyarewehere]

Grif snorts. Laughing hurts. He's battered and exhausted, but he's still able to move, if ungracefully. Because of course Grif would be the one in good enough condition to go pester everybody.

He gives Wash a thumbs up.

"I mean, technically it's Simmons's lung, but no takebacks."

A

[isthisapidge]

Pidge really needs to bring the cryo-pod tech from the Castle of Lions, because Wash's voice doesn't sound quite...right on whatever meds they've got him.

She got out of that fight relatively unscathed, all things considered. A few bandaged cuts and salved scrapes, a lungful of dust, a ringing in her ear that took a few hours to go away. Nothing compared to what Wash got.

"Well...at least you didn't die," says Pidge, and she means it.

[unrecovered]

Wash gives Pidge a smile when she walks in. Good. She made it, and it looks like she's not badly hurt. "Yeah. Turns out I'm really good at almost dying and I suck at actual dying." He shrugs. He's been almost dying for years - he would have had to get good at it eventually.

It occurs to him, slowly, that he doesn't actually know who made it back, or whether any of the civilians survived, or...anything. Huh. "Did everyone make it back?"

[isthisapidge]

"Wow, you're really good at this reassurance thing." Wash is...probably not going to pick up on her sarcasm if he's out of it as he seems. She pulls up a chair by his bedside.

"Anyway, yeah, everyone's alive and accounted for." She can...probably leave the 'there's a mole' thing for when he's better able to handle it. "Not for lack of trying. What happened to you?"

2

[wherenoonegoes]

The scene that Wash comes upon isn't one he probably expected. Hiccup, laying back in a chair, is mostly fine, with nothing beyond a few bandages at patches covering his body. Toothless is the one in the bed, with his left wing immobilized.

"I've been worse," Hiccup replied good-naturedly, tapping his prosthetic against the chair for emphasis. "Couple of cracked ribs and a few scrapes. Nothing to worry about."

"Toothless took the brunt of the crash. They say he'll be fine, but wing injuries are tricky to deal with, so they want to keep him here for another couple days to make sure everything heals right." The dragon grumbled at that, highly annoyed that he was still stuck here.

[unrecovered]

It's a very good thing that Wash has a perfect poker face, because a dragon on a hospital bed with one wing extended and a very disgruntled expression is possibly the funniest thing he's seen today, in a 'my cat is stuck on a screen door' sort of fashion.

So he doesn't smile - because he's fairly certain Toothless will make him pay for it later if he does - and looks back at Hiccup. "And I'm sure he loves it."

[wherenoonegoes]

Hiccup, on the other hand, could mock Toothless all he wanted.

"Actually, he's being kind of a baby about it."

Toothless shot Hiccup a look, and growled what was very clearly a denial.

"Yes you are. You've been whining about it this entire time."

There'd been worry, at first. But that had passed with the knowledge that Toothless would be fine

A

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief backed off after he got Wash back to medical. Hanging around doesn't help, and he had problems of his own.

He can be a frustrating patient. It doesn't matter what just happened to him, the Chief wants to be up and doing. He's been worse off. He's been worse off often, running on burns and breaks and contusions with minimal sleep no time to stop. This is so small to him by comparison, and frustrating. Once they peeled him out of the Mjolnir suit and stopped him from worsening, there wasn't much they could do to keep him down. While he's mostly been polite, if cool, he still has one hell of a stare and an iron will. He understands they're motivated by concern. He understands his safety and wellbeing are important to them.

But they're not important to him. Certainly not as important as figuring out why the hell all this happened and what he's going to do about it.

Unfortunately for him, though, the Chief has no intel to work with. The Legion hasn't found its lead yet, and no amount of hating it will change the fact he's been left to spin his wheels.

Spartans don't idle well. He can do worse things with his time than check on Wash.

"Starting to catch up with it yet?" he asks. He's talking about Wash's healing factor, though he doubts Wash remembers the sparse conversation they had while the Chief hauled him back. For his part, he's up but he really looks like he shouldn't be. He's bruised and battered, with the outline of a dressing on his ribs (probably to keep something from moving) pokes up against his shirt.

He'll stand. His right knee doesn't like him bending it right now, and he could if he wanted to, but it's not mission-critical.

[unrecovered]

Wash definitely remembers that conversation - there are upsides and downsides to having an eidetic memory, and remembering that conversation is somehow both at once. He processes the memories, and Chief's question, and the fact that Chief is injured but somehow still up and about, and whatever answer he would have had to Chief's question gets lost in the fog that has settled over his brain.

So he finds something else to take its place.

"Okay, if I'm not allowed to wander around after getting my ass kicked by Moby Dick and his brain lightning, then neither are you," he says, almost petulant. "Go back to bed."

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief eyes Wash speculatively.

"Are you going to make me?"

Really, that's what it's come down to. Is anybody going to make him?

A

[justicecrusader]

The nurse was making one hell of an attempt to turn Reinhardt away, that much was certain. But thankfully, Wash's interjection was enough for them to roll their eyes, throw their arms up in the air, and simply walk away. It reminded Reinhardt of Angela, which he couldn't help but laugh about.

After all, how many times had Angela complained about how often the members of Overwatch got themselves hurt, and basically made her job harder?

"Ah, I see you're under constant vigilance," He couldn't help but quip as he walked in, glancing back at the direction of the nurse. Making sure they weren't looking, before he set down the brown bag he'd brought with him on the nightstand. "Tried to leave the bed too many times? Or just on too many painkillers?"

[unrecovered]

Honestly, Wash could use the distraction at this point. He's managed to tank his friendship with Chief, and after a fresh round of painkillers, he's having trouble focusing enough to try to solve the problem; he just knows he's upset, and he can't quite navigate a way around it.

Seeing Reinhardt walk in is a relief. He doesn't quite give Reinhardt a smile, but he's close. "Turns out they get really upset around here when you have a near-death experience and even more upset when you tell them it's your fourth one this year and they're not all that special anymore." He shrugs. He definitely doesn't miss the brown paper bag, but he figures Reinhardt will explain that when he's good and ready.

[justicecrusader]

Reinhardt had tried to make it a point to not have any of the med-bay staff look into the bag. He was pretty sure that, if they had, they would've absolutely confiscated the bag, and probably chastised him for bringing it in the first place. As such, he played it off as a simple gift, as something he was bringing that he'd bought as a souvenir store...

... At least, until he set it down, and pulled out a bottle of Pils.

"Well then, I suppose it is a good thing I brought something to help with that!" Reinhardt declared, grinning like a self-satisfied idiot. Handing Wash the bottle, whether he objected to it or not. "It took me forever to find an authentic Pilsner brewery, just so you know. Lucky for you, I still remember where all the breweries used to be."

Gwen

[deafleppard]

The bad news was that her ankle had been thoroughly crushed during all the fighting. She'd been thoroughly roughed up but it was her ankle that had gone through the worst of it. The good news? She was still in the future, with all sorts of futuristic medicine and equipment available.

It was actually pretty damn amazing. Her ankle had been literally crushed to pieces but one injection and a couple of scans later and she was already on the mend.

The future was awesome. Heck, even the cast was discreet enough that she could hide it under a pair of jeans. She's actually just about getting ready to leave the medbay. A little shaky and wobbly on the balance, but otherwise looking pretty good to go.

[kingtyrantranger]

It's taken Jason a while to actually get down to the medbay. He'd been too busy beating himself up for not going along in the first place. On one level he knows it's not his fault, that he couldn't have changed anything about that. But on another, he still thought of himself as a team leader, even though it's been months since he's been in charge of anyone, and he can't help but feel... responsible. Like he could've pulled everyone together if he were there or something.

He stopped near Gwen and arched both eyebrows. "Man, I heard that you rock stars lived hard and heavy, but I didn't think you guys partied this hard." The cast was nice and discreet, and when coupled with Jason's lack of any real observational skills, well. It was pretty hard to tell that she'd gotten anything more than a general roughing up.

[deafleppard]

Gwen turned to look and face Jason. Her movement was slow and her balance a little wobbly, but she was still standing.

"If you think this is crazy, you should check out my apartment back home on a Saturday morning. All the snoring you could ever listen to." Heck, was she even famous enough to be considered a rock star to begin with? Gwen was definitely famous here but it was more because of her contributions as Spider-Woman instead of any music she'd made.

[kingtyrantranger]

Instinct said to rush over and help her out, but she seemed to be holding herself fine. Still, it was hard not to wince whenever she wobbled a little too far in any given direction.

"Hey, I'm up at 4 in the morning most of the time. I'm used to hearing people snore when I'm ready to start jogging." He laughed again, covering his discomfort. "At least it scares off burglars, right?"

Gwen was practically the most famous person he knew. Well, most famous pre-Legion, of course. Definitely rock star material. She played the drums, right? How was that not rock star material?

Grif

[whyarewehere]

((Time in relation to the ambush is whenever your heart desires.))

[A: Visiting Grif]
Just after the fighting, Grif's in rough shape. Even after they patch him up, though, he's still easily worn out and not supposed to leave for another day or two. He complains about it a little, possibly whining to anyone who'll listen to him on the comm, but really? Grif doesn't mind being on orders to sleep a lot. That's the kind of medical advice he's happy to take.

He still perks up when someone comes to visit, though. After a little bed rest he's just not tired and honestly pretty bored. He may or may not have been chased back in here to stop him from pestering other people who are trying to heal.

"Sup?" he asks.

[B: Grif Visiting]
Grif seems to have made it through the worst of things without debilitating injury, which is more than can be said for a lot of the crew. He was down for the count after the fighting, barely able to breathe and walk at the same time, but has recovered enough to drag his carcass around medical and harass his way into visiting the other Legionnaires. The staff aren't always happy about this, because he's supposed to be resting and so are the other patients, but Grif is very stubborn.

He limps into the room, eating some kind of snack bar in a crinkly wrapper, and plunks himself down in a chair like it's nothing and he's fine and he's not tired at all.

"So, how many pieces did you come back in?" he asks, tone conversational.

A

[notwithoutafight]

When Videl heard that Grif had been injured in the line of duty, she was almost inclined to dismiss it as a wild rumor. 'Duty' was the line Grif seemed to stay the furthest away from. But sure enough, there was his name on the med bay roster, the sight of which made Videl feel a little bit guilty. She was so set on her image of Grif as a lazy loudmouth that she forgot he actually made good on his Legionnaire oath.

Occasionally.

The med bay was the first place Videl came to visit when she returned to the Legion World the day after the ambush. She had been helping with reconstruction on Naltor lately, since attending a long, boring alliance ceremony at a location called 'Burning Sands' did not appeal to her in the slightest. Go figure that something bad would happen at the celebration for a historic and contested accord between two political entities. Instead of beating herself up about not being around to help in a pinch (because really, she just got done doing that over that whole Lantern business), Videl decided to check in on her injured teammates instead.

"I heard you got messed up in that Fatal Five attack and I had to see for myself if it was true," Videl replied as she entered the room, carrying a brown paper bag in one hand. Its contents were something she picked up last minute on Naltor after hearing about the ambush.

[whyarewehere]

Grif leaned back into his bed a little more than he had been, wincing exaggeratedly.

"Oh yeah," he said. "It was awful. I hope everyone appreciates how heroic I was, all things considered."

Because of course he was going to deal with it by making light of it. Of course he was. Near death experiences are best processed through a filter of bullshit.

He definitely noticed the bag though, and was trying to look at it without being too obvious.

[ringslinging]

"I don't actually remember," Hal said, just as casually. "Most of it's a big fuzzy gap, but the last thing I remember before the big fuzzy gap is getting walloped upside the head, and I don't think it shook out my ability to put two and two together."

He'd gotten knocked around a bit while unconscious, he was sure; they'd rattled off a list of injuries to him when he woke up and asked why he couldn't feel his left leg. Some bone reconstruction there, a few gashes that would've warranted stitches back home, but future tech was a lot more sophisticated than that. Nothing he couldn't recover from. (Granted, Hal having once been dead, his definition of "things I can recover from" was pretty generous.)

"I can't remember what they gave me for breakfast either, so I assume that's why I'm still here if everything else is taped up."

[whyarewehere]

"On the bright side, still attached. I knew a guy who lost his head once."

Grif thinks for a second, then corrects himself, taking a somewhat weary and more rambly tone than he usually does. "Actually we had his head? Just his body disappeared. He didn't speak english but I'm pretty sure that's why he was always pissed. He could still fire a gun though, somehow, by some unmerciful act of God."

He casually forgets to mention that the guy was a robot too.

"So yeah. Don't do that."