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Nova Prime / Rich Rider ([personal profile] iamresponding) wrote in [community profile] legionworld2016-06-03 06:21 am

Words people don't hear often: Grif was right [open]

Who| Open to Rich and anyone who might happen to swing by Medbay
What| Rich being not-dead! Visitors welcome! New characters can possibly meet him during their own Medbay stays
Where| Medbay, on the main floor instead of a private room
When| The day after Galactus plot, and after Rich's message on the network, but before Rocket shows up
Warnings/Notes| N/A

Rich felt like death warmed over. Because really, he kind of was death warmed over. After his lungs had kicked out an embolism when he was in the healing tanks, he'd apparently had a pretty close call on the operating table.

But then they got him breathing again, back into a tank, and the riskiest part of the twenty-four hours had safely passed on by. Now they'd gotten him into a normal bed on the Medbay floor and he was mostly out of the woods. Mostly.

Still feeling it, though. You didn't get an arm shoved through your chest without feeling pretty miserable the day after. Luckily, they had some real good pain meds in the glorious robot future. The part that was the most miserable was mostly just that he was so short of breath.

He was at least used to this. For someone who had invulnerability back home, he'd found himself in a Medbay bed being tended by medicos more than once. War was hell, after all.

At least this time nobody's gotta grow me a new leg.

Also: pudding. The Medbay had good pudding. He could barely tell it was made from soy. Their combat support hospitals during the Annihilation war never had pudding, just the usual protein paste and dehydrated carb rations. He was pretty much demolishing a new cup of it every other hour. Anyone that visited him would probably find him mid-pudding cup. Always chocolate.
headinjuries: on top of the garage. i'm not even going to ask myself why. (found my bike today.)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-06-06 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's really freaky."

Having a memory gap or something, okay. Sam had suffered enough concussions in his life to know that that was a thing. But it wasn't just that Rich couldn't remember whatever he saw - it was the way he stopped.

It was creepy as hell.
headinjuries: across a parking lot (sorry i dragged you)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-07-06 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well." Sam planted his hands behind him on the bed and leaned back, putting his weight on them. "Even if he'd be awesome to have on our side right now, it still felt really good to hit him."

That had nothing to do with threats to the universe, or their goals in the mission, or doing what they had to in order to save Braal and every other planet in the UP. It had everything to do with the fact that nobody was just going to nearly kill a Nova and get away with it, even if he'd been pulling punches just enough not to actually finish Rich. Nobody.

Sam dealt with enough at school. He was used to hitting back, and even if he'd heard a million lectures about how violence wasn't the answer, there was no changing the fact that sometimes, it was just really satisfying to get in a good wallop before someone had to be responsible and break up the fight.
headinjuries: from my eight year old sister. i'm at a new low (i just borrowed 5 dollars)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-07-06 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"It could've been a lot better, too." There had to be ways to get Rich out of commission that didn't involve taking out a lung and giving the entire Legion a collective heart attack. "They kept saying you'd be okay as long as there weren't complications -"

You could almost hear the air quotes around "complications."

"But I mean. There are like a zillion ways that could've gone totally wrong."
headinjuries: the forehead prints off my glass doors. (i thought of you while cleaning)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-08-25 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Sam hesitated for half a second, but then moved on up. (He, of course, would deny up and down that he needed a hug, but Rich was probably more right about that than Sam would ever admit.)

"Stuff gets broken, or people get broken?"

Because there was a world of difference between fixing a blown-out engine and regrowing a lung.
headinjuries: (i wish i could just hang out in ERs)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-03 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sam reached down to pick up another of the candy bars scattered across the bed. "Think it'll get as bad here as the Annihilus stuff?"

He wasn't actually sure if he wanted an honest answer or a reassuring one.
headinjuries: who loses their phone in a tree (and i mean really)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-04 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
It still boggled Sam's mind that everyone had just blown Rich off like that. He hadn't been part of the caped community at that point, so he knew he only had an outside perspective of what was going on - but as important as protecting their identities was, it seemed like common sense that they ought to be more worried about staying alive and having a planet to protect them on.

"I thought Iron Man was supposed to be smart."
headinjuries: ends at a hospital (i hope this adventure)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-04 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess we kinda see more of the big stuff."

Not that there wasn't plenty of big stuff that came knocking on Earth's door - that had been why Sam got dragged into it in the first place; the Chitauri had wanted to take Earth out of the picture because of humans' annoying habit of showing up at just the right time to interfere with everything big that happened on the galactic front.

But if there was one thing that was hard to forget, every time he flew out of orbit - space always made Sam feel small. When there was nothing around you but stars in every direction, and you had a helpful database telling you just how many of those had their own planets, some even bigger than your own - how could anyone not?
headinjuries: i pet it. like i was pocahontas. (i made friends with a raccoon.)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-04 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sam leaned back, flopping onto the edge of Rich's pillow (because the edge was all the space he really took up) and stared at the ceiling.

"It's just...it's kind of overwhelming. To think about something that big, and it goes on forever, and - you have a planet with like billions of people, and that's just a snack for a guy like Galactus..."
headinjuries: i pet it. like i was pocahontas. (i made friends with a raccoon.)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-05 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. No pressure."

If that was what they were for, that seemed about as daunting as contemplating the size of the universe itself.
headinjuries: as in a relationship with taco bell. (i like to think of myself)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-06 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I was kind of stupid about that for the first couple weeks. I mean, less about people getting hurt and more about like...cleaning up after it." His mother had been quick to call him on that, and while he'd grumbled a bit at the time...she was right, of course, and he knew it.

And by the time the Hulk came knocking (or smashing, as it were), he hadn't even stopped to think about himself at all.
headinjuries: this is not even the first time i've woken up in a shopping cart with a concussion. (the saddest part is)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-07 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"You're the first person to tell me about all of that stuff."

Blaze of glory, noble sacrifice. Saved the galaxy. Blah blah blah. He'd heard plenty about the hero, plenty about the martyr...but not really much of anything about the man. Which, admittedly, made a lot of sense; people had that tendency to blur over the bad things when they were talking about the dead.