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.

Comments

[isthisapidge]

"No, it's not-!"

Actually, what even is it? This is turning into a fight and that's not at all what she wanted. She takes a deep breath, reflecting that this has been a REALLY rough day for everyone.

"I'm...sorry. I don't even know why we're fighting."

[unrecovered]

"Neither do I," Wash says candidly, after taking a moment to attempt to process this brand new conversational turn. "This whole conversation's been pretty weird."

[isthisapidge]

"Yeah, it has. And I really did just want to make sure you were OK...Maybe I should have waited until you were off the painkillers?"

And until she'd rested up a little more, when her mind was only running a thousand miles a minute instead of a hundred. Nothing she could do about it now, but pull things out of the hole.

[unrecovered]

"I'll heal." Wash shrugs, something he wouldn't be doing if he weren't on said painkillers. "And I'm okay, just..." He waves his hand a bit. "...fuzzy. What about you? How are you holding up?" It was pretty hellish out there, and despite whatever combat experience she might have, Pidge is still young.

[isthisapidge]

"I'm fine. Nothing some salve and bandaids can't fix." And for what it's worth, she does mean it. Being ambushed in the middle of a ceremony like that is just a possibility she'll have to get used to, right? On the other hand, that fight went...strangely.

"Actually, there was someone I wanted to ask you about. I teamed up with a guy for part of the fighting but I didn't catch his name and his armor looked kind of like the kind you wear. Except pink. Does that sound familiar?"

[unrecovered]

"If you're sure." He gives her the closest thing to a searching look that he can do right now, what with being only partially cogent thanks to painkillers.

He then blinks for a moment or two at that description. Welp. People were going to meet him eventually. "Finicky, unintentional innuendo that might not be unintentional every time he opens his mouth, incredible throwing arm? Yeah, that's Donut. He's...on Grif's team." Judge as you will.

[isthisapidge]

"I'm sure." Oh good, he latched onto the Donut part and not the 'pressing her for details' part. He does not need to know she was tinkering with an alien bomb in the middle of a battlefield.

"So he's always like that? Great. Well, at least he's a good shot."

[unrecovered]

"Uh-huh." He doesn't quite buy that she's completely fine, but the conversation has moved on.

"Pretty much, yeah. But if you give him grenades he becomes the most dangerous person on the battlefield."

[isthisapidge]

"Dangerous to who exactly?"