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legionworld2016-06-03 06:21 am
iamresponding) wrote in legionworld2016-06-03 06:21 am
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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.
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.
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He could help. He could face down things like the Silver Surfer for a little while. But Grif wasn't brave, and Grif knew that. Thinking about how close that had been and how badly they needed one another here, even if he could laugh it off and pretend otherwise most of the time, still made something twist under his ribs.
"You'd better hope the power of friendship's enough to see us through. I'm kind of used to it not being worth much, though."
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No one could say that they hadn't accomplished things by working together.
"Hell, one of the files said they actually already saved all of time and space before. All of it. Every timeline. Saved our asses without us ever knowing it."
Fortunately for them, they were working with people that could see it through.
"And it always worked that way back home, too. You people that are from places where it's not like that just never had the chance to see it could be that way. Maybe it's the wrong people you're fighting side by side with, or the wrong fight, or the wrong idiots in charge, but when it's something like this..."
He shrugged.
"People figure out how to work goddamn miracles sometimes."
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"I'm starting to think most people just get luckier than I do, Rich. That's how the world works. Hopefully you guys are enough to balance me out in that department. I'm not really a miracles guy."
It was kind of a joke, one of the bitter ones Grif usually told when things got too serious for him. He took an equally serious bite of pudding.