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Who| Robbie and any injured Legionnaires.
What| Visiting hours.
Where| Medbay
When| After Cancerverse.
Warnings/Notes| None.

Visiting teammates in medbay is far mandatory, but it’s just what you do, even if they’ll probably be out by dinner. Then again, Robbie’s technically been a medbay inmate himself for more than a day.

He’s allowed – encouraged – to move around at this point. He had several dips in the goo tanks and robotic surgery to repair the puncture wounds, but broken ribs are still broken ribs 1000 years later. They can accelerate the bones knitting back together, but it’s just pain management and keeping mobile enough to prevent things healing too tight and help his lungs stay clear.

Despite this, he still had to enlist one of the nurses to get him gag gifts for the other Legionnaires getting treated. Because flowers are great, but laughter is the best medicine.

Robbie approaches the bed quietly with only a wave and waits to see if his teammate even wants company at the moment.

Threaded | Flat

Rich is in one of the private rooms instead of one of the beds on the main Medbay floor. Dr. Gym'll and Dr. Ry'kerr had thought it best for him to have some peace and quiet.

He doesn't see Robbie at first, but it's not because his attention is occupied by anything else. He's just staring straight ahead, at the bare wall.

There's a tension in his jaw that shouldn't be there, when all he's staring at is nothing. It suggests that he's simply...somewhere else.

He's not alone. A nurse has been put on one-to-one with him, to make sure he's okay whenever his friends aren't in the room. The nurse smiles when Robbie comes in.

"If you want some time alone, I can leave," he offers. "But you need to let me know when you're leaving so I can come back in."

Rich himself says nothing. It'll take a little more effort to get his attention.

Everything after getting back and Rich breaking down is a blur. He remembers hugging Rich, trying to say the right things and feeling clumsy in a way he hasn't for a while. He remembers getting to the medbay and doing his best to make sure the others were treated first.

Then he found a bed and just collapsed. Honestly, it probably wasn't the best way to handle a concussion, but it also wasn't the first time that he'd fallen unconscious with one, either.

And, apparently, it wasn't the first time a Legionnaire had done something similar, either. By the time that Robbie finds him, groggy and just starting to come back around, Vance has been treated for his injuries and changed out of his uniform and into something a bit more like pajamas. It takes him a moment to get his bearings before he starts trying to sit up.

Trying. Because Vance immediately winces and lays down again. "Oww."

Grif got out of the cancerverse in better shape than some. Some cuts, some bruises, and the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that wipes a person out after they use, say, a speed power for way too long, but he’s alive. Alive, and checking in on friends.

“Hey,” he says. “They unscramble your insides?”

Grif’s visiting-the-injured manner is as incredible as ever.