Instead of being on the main Medbay floor (the place where they often are if they won't be in Medbay long) Yuuri's in one of the private rooms. Most of the soot has been cleaned off his face, and what little burns and cuts and bruises he had from the fight were taken care of. The only things that show how much he's been through are the burns and tears on his now-ruined costume, and the blank expression on his face.
The reason he's still in Medbay isn't physical, it's because of how he's staring straight ahead at the wall, eyes unseeing. Dr. Ry'kerr had already talked to him earlier and planned to come again to talk to him more after making the rounds and seeing the others from the Cargg mission, but the sudden influx of severely disturbed Legionnaires from both teams means she and the rest of the psych stuff suddenly have their hands even fuller.
The nurses have at least been nice. The keep checking in on him and have been very kind, but have also given him the space he needs.
Still, he's been stuck just sitting here, stewing in his guilt, caught in a state of constant shaking anxiety as he waits to find out what happened to the other mission team.
But before the other nurses show up, Victor's there, peeking in the right doorway. And his costume is gone like something happened to it, and he looks like he's been through hell, and there's something dried and gross and horrible in the roots of his hair that might be blood. Yuuri is already off his bed and halfway to him before he even realizes these things, and starts sobbing the moment after he notices.
He's dead weight from the moment he his arms wrap around Victor, dragging him down to the floor with him, his legs shaking too much from nerves and sheer exhaustion to hold him up.
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The reason he's still in Medbay isn't physical, it's because of how he's staring straight ahead at the wall, eyes unseeing. Dr. Ry'kerr had already talked to him earlier and planned to come again to talk to him more after making the rounds and seeing the others from the Cargg mission, but the sudden influx of severely disturbed Legionnaires from both teams means she and the rest of the psych stuff suddenly have their hands even fuller.
The nurses have at least been nice. The keep checking in on him and have been very kind, but have also given him the space he needs.
Still, he's been stuck just sitting here, stewing in his guilt, caught in a state of constant shaking anxiety as he waits to find out what happened to the other mission team.
But before the other nurses show up, Victor's there, peeking in the right doorway. And his costume is gone like something happened to it, and he looks like he's been through hell, and there's something dried and gross and horrible in the roots of his hair that might be blood. Yuuri is already off his bed and halfway to him before he even realizes these things, and starts sobbing the moment after he notices.
He's dead weight from the moment he his arms wrap around Victor, dragging him down to the floor with him, his legs shaking too much from nerves and sheer exhaustion to hold him up.