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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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Vance shifted, standing so that he could lean over and give Rich a hug. It was always a difficult thing, remembering that Vance had been one of the younger members of the New Warriors when they'd started. But, then, he'd always been the 'old man' of the group in his own way. Grown up way too fast.
"Hey, don't, all right? Just don't forget that you aren't alone out here any more. I may not be a Nova, but I'm here if you need me. Whenever you need me." All with his head buried against Rich's neck and hanging on tight because, yeah, he'd nearly lost Rich again and that whole survivor's guilt thing hadn't gone away just because he and Robbie had talked about it.
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"I just...kinda forgot what it was like for a while," he admitted. "The people I've fought side by side with have tried to look out for me. Dragged me out of the fryer more than once -- especially Starlord. But it's not like most people could keep up. Even up there, with all those heavy hitters. Only a few people up there were on the same level and not all of 'em were friendly."
He'd had friends, and some like Peter genuinely loved him, but there was only so much they could do. There was too much Rich'd had to face alone.
When he finally let go, he looked up at Vance with a bit of a lost expression on his face.
"It's been a long time since I was with the team. It's been a long time since I didn't feel like I was just...something apart."
It'd been a long time since he'd not felt like some kind of singular thing. Alone. The last and only Nova. The only person that'd made it feel less like that was Peter.
But he hadn't felt like he really belonged anywhere in ages. Not since Xandar fell, and not since he'd come home from the war to find so many of his friends dead -- or lost.
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Which wasn't exactly the same, Vance knew all too well. But that didn't mean it wasn't important, to both Rich and himself.
Vance sat back on the edge of the bed, watching Rich for a moment. "So. You know. Whenever we get back home and you manage to find your way back through that door that the X-Men keep leaving open? You're always welcome."