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legionworld2017-06-18 07:31 pm
unrecovered) wrote in legionworld2017-06-18 07:31 pm
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Just Kidding [Open]
Who: Wash and whoever wants to visit him
What: Guess who has another near-death experience to add to the pile!
Where: Medbay
When: The day after this, so also after Time Ripples and Mind Slayer
Warnings/Notes: None yet
Wash wakes up slowly. He's sore, and in an unfamiliar bed, and for a brief moment he thinks of Connie and wonders if he doubled down on that mistake-
Oh. No, he's in medical. Different kind of mistake, then.
It doesn't take long for the staff to notice he's awake and give him the rundown. The bullet caused massive damage to his lung (entry wound was fairly standard; exit wound was a mess); he's only alive because Chief and Dave brought got him to medical in time, and even then he was touch and go for a little bit; yes, that is Dave in the bed next to him, but it's exhaustion from power overuse and he'll be fine once he's had some rest; Wash has healed up fine thanks to his healing factor, but he's still on bed rest until tomorrow at the earliest. The nurse imparting that last piece of information has one of the sternest glares he thinks he's ever seen, and they don't let up until Wash raises his hands in surrender. "Okay. Bed rest. Got it."
That's evidently good enough, and they leave him to his own devices and thoughts he'd rather avoid. Superheroing for months, facing down assassins in his fucking memories and twisted amped-up comic villains and Darth Vader, and he nearly dies because of a sniper that wasn't in the briefing of a mission that should've been a milk run. Christ.
He wonders if the news got out. It's been more than twelve hours, so probably. That probably caused one hell of a ruckus. He can probably look forward to having company, then. Should be fun, for certain what-do-you-mean-you-nearly-died-again flavors of "fun."
Maybe he can catch someone before they come in and get them to bring him fruit from the mess. He can hope, right?
What: Guess who has another near-death experience to add to the pile!
Where: Medbay
When: The day after this, so also after Time Ripples and Mind Slayer
Warnings/Notes: None yet
Wash wakes up slowly. He's sore, and in an unfamiliar bed, and for a brief moment he thinks of Connie and wonders if he doubled down on that mistake-
Oh. No, he's in medical. Different kind of mistake, then.
It doesn't take long for the staff to notice he's awake and give him the rundown. The bullet caused massive damage to his lung (entry wound was fairly standard; exit wound was a mess); he's only alive because Chief and Dave brought got him to medical in time, and even then he was touch and go for a little bit; yes, that is Dave in the bed next to him, but it's exhaustion from power overuse and he'll be fine once he's had some rest; Wash has healed up fine thanks to his healing factor, but he's still on bed rest until tomorrow at the earliest. The nurse imparting that last piece of information has one of the sternest glares he thinks he's ever seen, and they don't let up until Wash raises his hands in surrender. "Okay. Bed rest. Got it."
That's evidently good enough, and they leave him to his own devices and thoughts he'd rather avoid. Superheroing for months, facing down assassins in his fucking memories and twisted amped-up comic villains and Darth Vader, and he nearly dies because of a sniper that wasn't in the briefing of a mission that should've been a milk run. Christ.
He wonders if the news got out. It's been more than twelve hours, so probably. That probably caused one hell of a ruckus. He can probably look forward to having company, then. Should be fun, for certain what-do-you-mean-you-nearly-died-again flavors of "fun."
Maybe he can catch someone before they come in and get them to bring him fruit from the mess. He can hope, right?
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It's even earned him the privilege of wandering medbay as he wishes, tethered to an IV drip while dressed in his casual tank top and capris. While he stays out of the way of the medbay staff, that doesn't mean that he leaves other patients alone. Strangely enough, no one's really complained...because more often than not, he's been able to provide company to those who never have visitors, or put a smile on someone's face who needed it.
He peeks his head into the room that Wash is laid up in, but hesitates when he gets the feeling that he knows this guy. He can't remember a name, or even where he's met Wash before--despite the major chew-out he got a few weeks ago, but he lingers way too long to just simply leave without saying anything.
"Uh. G'day," he offers awkwardly.
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But here Junkrat is, standing at his door, looking awkward and slightly confused...which is a look that everyone wears in medbay at one time or another, honestly. Being hooked up to an IV with God knows what in it probably doesn't help. "Hey," he replies, nodding to the IV. "You okay?"
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He brings a hand up to his chin and thinks on it for a moment. He wouldn't have asked if he'd been here before, so... "I guess that means I haven't been down this wing yet today...still tryin'a figure out where I know ya from."
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Evidently he also can't remember shit. "Well, I did kick you out of movie night once." Might as well rip that band-aid right off.
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Hmm, yeah, something about that seems familiar. Junkrat rubs at his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly lights up when he remembers.
"Oh yeah! I do remember that!"
Perhaps not the response one should have when remembering being chewed out for something.
"I don't recall: was I banned or just kicked out of that one?"